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you, Miss Leslie merely making sure that your sweet little panties fit you in the proper fashion. I am sure that if you were to think about it, you would not want to wear panties which fit improperly."

By now, Leslie's mascluine tensions had risen to very near the limit of his ability to control them, and his symbol was making quite an unladylike bulge in the soft lace of his panties, thanks to the touch of Marie's constantly caressing fingers.

"Tut, tut!" Marie exclaimed to Miss Staylace, giggling. "This naughty little person is making a real show of himself." She gave the "naughty little person" a friendly squeeze, and Leslie nearly passed out.

Miss Staylace was watching the spectacle with mounting interest. "What do you propose to do about it, Marie?" she inquired after a long moment of fascinated observation.

Marie walked over to the bed, reached into her purse, and said, "I believe I have just the thing to keep that little person in check,"

Leslie's heart skipped a beat when he saw Marie dangling the gaily decorated modesty device from her fingers. Now he knew that her forgetting to install it on the previous evening, when she was dressing him for the party, was no accident, no lapse of attention. It must have been all part of a diabolical plot to render him vulnerable to Miss Staylace's advances a plot hatched

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out well in advance between Marie and the voluptuous headmistress. Leslie wondered if his modern-minded aunt knew of it. She probably did, since she herself had inspected his lingerie before the two of them had left for the ball.

Leslie's musings were interrupted by the familiar touch of Marie's hands on the shirred waistband of his panties. Slowly and tantalizingly, she lowered the fragile material until he could step out of them daintily.

"Oh, dear," Marie commented, "The wretched little thing is really making an immodest display of itself." She squeezed

it again, but this did nothing at all to lessen its dimensions. Quite the contrary.

"Let me do the honors," Miss Staylace insisted, taking the little glovelike sheath from Marie's hand and advancing on Leslie with a determined gleam in her eye.

"Quite so," replied Marie, stepping back to watch the fun. She had performed this particular rite many times.

Leslie blushed furiously as Miss Staylace approached him with the provocatively frilled and beribboned garment. He viewed this little modesty device as a kind of penis petticoat which not only provided concealment for his masculine symbol but also supplied protection and, in a strange sort of way, decoration. But he would not

admit this to anyone, not even Marie.

With a long sigh, Leslie felt her delicate hands on his flesh as she kneaded the

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