it would be below her dignity. She was the kind of woman who would never report a rape on account of the humiliation in making it public. Now, they would repay her for all of the humiliation that she had put them through. She would not dare flunk them, not when she was receiving so much extra money to give them private tutoring lessons.

Of the three girls, Barbara was the leader. She was a brunette and taller than the other two. All three had well built, husky legs and well developped breasts, but the other two seemed more feminine, since they were shorter and Grace was a blonde and Joan, a redhead. Although there weren't any boys in attendance at the school, their sex lives did not suffer. They had found out that girls can be just as much fun, like the big titted freshman. And for special occasions, they would take the whips and leather straps out of the closet. Grace had giggled that tonight was going to be a special occasion.

The three girls decided to dress appropriately for the occasion. Barbara got into her tight fitting black leotard that zipped up in the front. She wore a tiny half cup bra, so that her tits stood up high and tight against the leather,. She pulled down the zipper enough, so that plenty of cleavage overflowed. Grace and Joan were black mesh stockings, with short mini-skirts, so that plenty of garter showed and tight fitting sweaters, that were so form fitting, that even the silhouette of their nipples bulged through. Joan giggled that if they ever came to class that way, Miss Dickens would probably have them expelled. That old prude, added Grace, she's probably still a virgin.

"She may come here a virgin," promised Barbara, "But she won't leave that way.

It was about nine o'clock that Miss Dickens arrived, about an hour later than she was expected. Her tardiness had only succeeded in making the girls angry and they took turns in promising how much additional they would make her go through, for keeping them waiting. She walked up the dormitory with an armful of books and wearing a

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tweed suit, the skirt to which came down an inch or two below the knees. She walked with affected haughtiness, with her head high and an indifference to everything about her. She rang the bell to the apartment and waited for someone to answer it. No one came. She rang again. The girls were giving her a taste of her own medicine about keeping people waiting.

Finally, Grace opened the door. She stood there blocking it, with her legs spread apart and her hands provocatively on her hips. "It took you long enough to open the door, Grace," sad Miss Dickens in an annoyed tone. "Now, please step aside and let me in."

There is that same Miss Dickens dominating and humiliating again, like she does in class, when she becomes arrogant if one of us forgets the congregation of the present subjunctive of an irregular verb, thought Grace, but tonight things are going to be different. Instead of saying what she thought, Grace answered, "You are so late, we thought you would not come tonight. Anyway, come on in. I guess we've got lots of work to do." Grace turned, and with her hands still on her hips, she lead the way, her big thighs and hips swaying as she walked, as though she were trying to incite a male. Miss Dickens cleared her throat a gesture she often used whenever she felt uneasy. Meanwhile, Joan walked behind her and bãosed the door, paying particular emphasis, when she turned the lock.

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"Have a seat, Miss Dickens, said Grace, pointing to the couch. "Here, let me take these, she continued, as she took the books the teacher was carrying and deposited them on an end table..

Valerie Dickens felt extremely uncomfortable tonight. Undoubtedly, it was because of the way the two girls were dressed. She had never seen a seventeen year old that provokingly attired and if any place. it was out of place, that was at Dade.

Just at that moment, Barbara appeared in the doorway, leading

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