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The swimsuit was ill-fitting. It barely contained Rebecca's large breasts. The bikini briefs were like something out of the nineteen-eighties. White and almost see-through they cut just a little under her round tummy, but high enough that it practically showed all of her hips and hugged her fat pussy and thick pubis mound. The outfit left little to the imagination.
"Oh, Rebecca did you like the pool?"
"Yes Ms Verne, it was very refreshing."
"I'm glad you could fit into that little bikini, I haven't worn one..." Ms Vern trailed off as she fiddled with the knot of the robe.
Mum (Amelia) had sent her over here, some fairly extensive rules. No sex only looking and she can't touch you down there. Rebecca's comment on being a private stripper had predictably received a single arched eyebrow. Now the thought of that arched eyebrow made her pussy drip.
"Darling I have a drink for you." Ms Verne said as she came out of her stupor. "I also have some old clothes for you to wear around the house as you clean it."
Rebecca nodded and sipped the iced tea, Ms Verne. Rebecca wondered what the woman would have her wear now. This was exciting, she had to admit, Mum was right she would get a kick out of "helping" Ms Verne. Rebecca knew Ms Verne was perving on her every step of the way. The bikini she wore was a good example.
Walking inside Rebecca was directed to a small powder room and there was a very short French maid outfit. Smiling Rebecca admired the fact that this was a well-tailored dress and not something from an adult bookstore shop. Putting it on, she found that everything was near exposed or almost spilling out. Her backside, even with a slight bend could easily be seen, a decent bend, and you saw the lot. The black G-string she wore with it made her cunt lips achingly part and merely pointed out her asshole and bald twat.
Rebecca took to the part well, cleaning, not well but made sure the pretence of cleaning was obvious. She flashed Ms Verne, not obviously but with obvious effect. The robe was undone and, soon Rebecca noted her own heart aflutter, that Ms Verne was masturbating. Now her robe open and spread eagle on the couch, Rebecca watched with some fascination as Ms Verne slid a large purple vibrator into her, by the change in sound the vibrator made, her soaked cunt.
*****
Sam woke with a text. It was Amelia's tone, he found he rolled out of bed quicker than if it had been anyone else.
Can I call?
Texting back an affirmative he moved out of the bedroom. The lounge was now tidy, and the house felt homely. He wrapped himself in his robe and walked into the kitchen to get a coffee. It was early, but not too early Saturday. The phone rang.
"Hell... Hello," Sam said excitedly down the phone.
"Darling how are you?" Amelia said.
Sam felt his cock harden at the sound of her voice. "Hi, Amelia." Sam felt weirdly nervous. Concerned that he had paused for too long he spoke again. "I'm fine, good, good and Madeline is wonderful."
"I am sure she is." Sam went red at that statement, "In fact, my dear I am hoping I can come visit today."
"Oh, yes today would be marvellous," Sam said, noticing Madeline walk naked from his bedroom and wander into the kitchen. Bending over he noticed the red jewelled butt plug was still in her asshole.
"Sam," Amelia paused, "We have a few things to discuss."
Sam gulped audibly, "there is nothing wrong is there?"
A tittering laugh filled his ears, "No darling, not at all."
A few hours later a red convertible sports car pulled up at Sam's house. Amelia disembarked, wearing a suede trench coat, red pumps and black shades. She walked up the short footpath to Sam's door, looking at the surroundings. Before she had knocked Madeline opened the door.
"Hi! Miss come on in," Madeline exclaimed excited to meet her teacher,
Madeline obliged with a beaming smile and nod to Madeline. Sam was coming out of the kitchen a tea towel over his shoulder.
"Sorry Amelia, just tidying up," he said with a smile, "Coffee?"
"Oh yes please," she responded and turned her back to Madeline, motioning for help with her large trench coat. Madeline obliged. When the coat was withdrawn, Madeline gasped. Amelia wore a red corset edged in black lace, a small plaid mini skirt that left nothing to the imagination, a red garter belt edged in black lace along with a set of fishnet stockings that showed off her pale skin.
"Miss that looks exquisite," Madeline exclaimed.
"Look at you darling," Amelia turned around with a grin removing her sunglasses. "That white one-piece is breathtaking, do you swim in that?"
Madeline chuckled, "I did about three years ago before the girls came along." Madeline gave her ample bosom a heft with both hands.
With a look of thought and wagging her finger, "my dear I may have a job for you."
"Really?" Madeline replied, "doing."
"I'll get to that but first," she breathed in the smell of coffee as Sam came into the room with a tray of cups.
"This is my best stuff, and as well I was a barista while I studied," Sam said, flashing a grin.
Both the women approved and drank from the offered cups. Sam watched quietly, his robe done up tight. He anxiously moved about.
"Sam, I said on the phone that everything was ok," Amelia said.
"He is worried about him and me," Madeline said, "Usually he would try to plow me into oblivion in this," she gestured to her tight and far too small swimsuit. "Without you I wouldn't be having this fun."
Amelia giggled, her large tits shuddering with each laugh. "Oh Sam!" she said leaning forward and slapping his exposed knee. "It's nothing bad!" Sitting back, she regarded the two with smiles. "Such long faces, and Sam you have been to, well see me?"
"You have been rather recluse," Sam said. Leaning forward on the chair.
"I have an apprentice," Amelia said with glee, clapping her hands together in excitement.
"But, but I thought..." Madeline began.
"Oh, my dear! There is little I could teach you." Amelia looked at Sam. "I also think you are rather besotted with Sam."
Madeline's face reddened. "There is nothing more you could teach me?"
"My dear, there is always something to learn." Amelia paused, "I have seen a girl in need and taken her in to become an apprentice of sorts." Amelia paused giving a reassuring rub Madeline's leg. "My whole aim here is to create a useful harem for our mutual friend, Sam."
With a cough, Sam spoke, "A what?"
"A Harem, sir," Madeline said with a smile.
"To keep you here," Amelia continued taking over from Madeline.
"To keep me where?" Sam said standing his discomfort at the situation clear by his nervous pacing from his chair to the unused fireplace.
"Sam, darling," Amelia said standing. "Good staff are scarce, you are more than good staff. You are family."
Sam looked at Amelia and focused on her face, avoiding her plunging cleavage. "Are you happy with this?"
"Happy? Overjoyed, ecstatic." Amelia smiled and crossed her legs. "Sam, you are an asset to the school and well a lover to me and Madeline."
"What about the new apprentice? Is she to be forced?" Sam said turning with a look of concern.
"Is that what this is about, darling?" Amelia said rapidly standing. "Oh, my Madeline would not be here without informed consent. I would not have taken you into my boudoir without consent." Amelia got eye contact with Sam and locked it in. "These girls are women and they know what they want."
