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The Waiting Room Ch. 01

By: MaryR



This story is a complete fantasy and has no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain.

*****

I was in my first year at Teachers Training College and I was volunteering for everything to impress the Head even if I didn't like it. That was how I found myself playing hockey against a neighbouring college. All the women were between 19 and 22 and some of them were quite big lumps. I hated hockey and seemed to be getting knocked over constantly.

When we came off the field I felt dirty, bruised and ever so so sweaty. I knew my mother would be waiting in the car for me so I didn't bother to change and just picked my bag up from the Changing Room and made my escape with relief from this God forsaken place which was out in the wilds of South West England. I felt so mucky and hot.

As I made my way to the Car Park, where I thought my mother would be waiting, my mobile phone rang. It was my mother with a text message "Elizabeth, I have been delayed. You will have to catch a train and I will pick you up at this end. I have checked the times, and if you hurry you can just get the connection at the local station." I could have cried.

I couldn't do much about it so I just turned around and trudged off on the trek to the station. I had seen it on previous matches but had never been inside. It was a rush and after playing in the horrible hockey match I couldn't run to save my life. I just walked as fast as I could.

Apart from feeling tired I felt that I must have looked an odd sight in my hockey clothes. I was clearly too old to be a schoolgirl and yet here I was in a quite short pleated skirt which barely protected my underwear, white cotton knee socks and a white blouse which was a bit discoloured.

I didn't feel like a Junior School Mistress and knew that I must have looked like a senior girl from St Trinian's. 

It was lonely and there was no one on the platform and it took me a few minutes to realise that I had missed the train. I checked the time table and almost cried. The next one was due in 2 hours. I made my way to the Waiting Room.

Whilst the station itself was very lonely and bleak, the Waiting Room was a pleasant surprise with a nice electric fire and some easy chairs and a settee. I just settled down with a magazine. It was 3 months out of date.

After I had settled down to read, a man in his mid fifties came in. He nodded and murmured that he had missed his connection and he would miss his wife's birthday party and the kids would be upset. I smiled as he had difficulty in not swearing. He even said a few funny things which made me laugh.

He picked up one of the magazines which was about 4 months old and tried to pass the time away. We were both bored out of our minds.

I tried to suppress a giggle when I spotted him peeping over his magazine to try and look up my short pleated hockey skirt and his hand pushing down forcibly onto his crotch area.

When he realised that I had spotted him, I saw his agitation as he tried to disguise his actions and muttered a weak excuse "Your skirt is very short."

I nodded, not knowing how to respond and gave a sort of excuse "I have been playing hockey." It was such a surreal situation and almost unconsciously I reached across and pressed his trousers tentatively without saying a word. 

He looked nervous but could see that I am not threatening, but that I was very curious.

I have never seen a man do it to himself properly in front of me and I take a chance and ask quietly "Do you want to do it to yourself?"

As soon as I said it, I coloured up. What on earth was I thinking about.

He was still nervous and didn't answer at first and there was a horrible silence for a minute or so.

Then he took a deep breath and asked "Do you want to watch?"

I think we both felt out of our depth and moving on blindly. The consequences were frightening us.

We both half nod and he said cautiously "I can't risk getting caught."

I couldn't understand my own actions. I think the secrecy was so exciting and I said "I can't risk getting caught either. I am a trainee teacher and I have been playing hockey for the school."

He breathed heavily and muttered "It looks like a school uniform. Its nice and short. I like uniforms on big girls."

I smiled at his confession. I must have looked like a big schoolgirl. It was so honest and heartfelt. The station was so clearly deserted that I said "There is no risk. No one will come here this evening and we have over an hour until the next train."

He sighed and squeezed himself and tried to look to his side at my legs but it was awkward.

It was the sort of crazy situation I (and many girls and women I suppose) had thought about so often late at night in bed or in the bathroom. Suddenly all the boredom had vanished. I could see the excitement on his face. I felt as if a 100 butterflies were loose in my tummy.

I remembered what he had said about uniforms and murmured "Do you like my school uniform?"

He nodded and I went a bit further "Do you like girls in school knickers?" He gasped and wriggled.

I asked him "Do you want me to sit directly opposite you?" He nodded. We were both gaining in confidence.

As I sat in front of him and he could partly see up my skirt, he muttered "Can you lift your foot up?"

I realise what he wanted. He was so polite. I knew this was as strange to him as it was to me.

My heart is pounding as I lifted one foot up on the seat and he sighed. I wanted to know more "Do you like my little knickers?"

He had undone his trousers now and we are both feeling more confident that we are so anonymous and alone.

He said "I really like the way your panties pull in tightly between your legs."

I giggled "That part is my panty gusset and it feels nice pulling into my crotch." 

He muttered "What is your name?"

I don't think he intended to ask. It came out sort of automatically

I felt confused and started to say "Eliz..." before stopping and told him the first name that came into my head "It's Wendy, what's yours?"

His briefcase had the initials R.R in gold lettering. He hesitated for a few seconds and then said "John. Its John Smith." We both knew they were false names. It gave us freedom. We were anonymous.

He spoke nicely "Wendy, I like your crotch."

I smiled. We were both getting personal and I told him "I have been playing hockey. I have been sweating a lot. My drawers are a bit grubby."

He had his thing out now and gripped in his fist. It was the first time I had seen one that big. It excited me.

As he did it he said "I like thinking that you are wearing dirty knickers and I can see your panty gusset."

He was groaning a bit and I was panting and feeling heavenly. I wanted to improve things further and asked "John?"

"Yes Wendy?"

"Would you like me to open my legs more so that you can see my knickers better?"

He groaned appreciatively "I would love that, Wendy."

I lifted both my feet up onto the seat and splayed my knees and felt my panties pull in even tighter. 

It seemed that the loneliness of the Waiting Room and both false names allowed us to be totally honest as he told me "I like the way your panty gusset is pulling into your crotch Wendy."

I nodded "I like doing that deliberately John. Most girls like doing it. It excites us."

He was looking intently between my legs and said "Can I ask a personal question, Wendy?"

It seemed silly to say 'no' so I just nodded.

He said "You said you had been playing hockey and you had been sweating."

I nodded.

He panted "Does that mean your crotch is sweaty right now?"

He had been right. It was a personal question. It also made me realise that I was still feeling sweaty for a totally different reason. I didn't go into any explanation but just told him "Yes it is John."

He groaned and squeezed his penis again and I could see the top of it turning sort of red and getting round. He saw that I was curious, and explained "That's my knob Wendy."

I wasn't sure what to say but I did tell him "I like your knob, John."

He smiled, as my comment must have sounded childish but he returned the compliment "I like the way your panties are really pulling in now Wendy. They are so tight. I can see a line."

It was my turn to smile now as it was feeling gorgeous and wanted to explain what the line was "They are trying to pull right up me John."

He must have known what I was saying but he queried "Up you Wendy. Do you really mean 'Up you'?"

I felt really womanly as I explained "Yes John. Up me. My drawers are trying to pull right up into my slit."

I saw his knob surge a bit and the whole shaft thickened. He liked me saying these words.

He said "I expect you have a nice little slit, Wendy?"

I smiled "I am almost 21 now John. It is a nice slit but it is quite a big slit now."

I had started to press myself now in front of him using two fingers.

He fisted himself as he watched me, saying "Wendy?"

"Yes John?"

"I am wanking for you."

I was unsure how to respond. It was a mannish sort of word. Then I thought we were both using false names and I would never see him again and I told him "I am wanking for you as well John."

We both went quiet as we did it for each other in the empty Waiting Room.

He asked me "Do you wank very often Wendy?"

The conversation was so personal. I wouldn't even talk to my best friend like this. But it was also so liberating.

"About once every two days John."

"Where, Wendy?"

I loved the conversation. I wanted to giggle.

"Usually in the toilet John?"

It was such a light frivolous conversation but I could see this was exciting him and knew he could easily ejaculate too soon if I wasn't careful. Men were like that.

I knew I could do it a number of times. All my friends could. But I was old enough to know that men can only do it once and asked him "How long can you last John. We still have an hour before the next train."

He understood my question. "I am pacing myself Wendy. I can hold on for another 40 minutes. I am enjoying it too much, to cum just yet."

This pleased me that he was trying to be nice to me.

He was fisting gently and I was staring with fascination at his cock and knob enlarging. He was staring at my panty gusset and I realised he couldn't see me. I asked him "Do you want to see my slit, John?"

I liked the way he gasped "Oh God, yes please, Wendy."

I couldn't go too far and I said "I will show it to you John but I cant take my knickers right off."

He nodded understandingly "I know that Wendy."

I explained "If I pull my gusset to one side I can open my legs wide for you to see it all." I didn't wait for him to answer and eased my knicks to the side which fully exposed my slit to him.

He groaned "Its lovely Wendy."

I remembered he had liked me telling him about playing hockey and teased him "Its a bit sweaty, John, like my drawers."

He groaned and tugged his thing up and down and muttered "Can I smell it Wendy?"

I gasped but nodded. I gasped again as he pushed his face in and sniffed me. He seemed to like it. I liked being sniffed.

I would never ever have this opportunity again. I made up my mind "John, I would like you to lick it." 

He didn't hesitate as he pushed out his pink tongue and licked my pussy. It was wonderful.

We stayed like that for several minutes.

Then I eased his face away and said "John I want to see you do it to yourself properly now."

He sat back in his chair but was seriously fisting himself now as I watched with my panties still to the side with me using my finger.

It was very quiet except for some slurping noises to which we were both contributing.

I had already 'happened' twice but knew I could do it another three times. He was coming to the end. I didn't want him to hold back and told him "John, I want you to cum properly."

What was so wonderful about this experience was that we were both openly doing what the other asked. We wanted each other to enjoy everything without any silly reservations. 

He immediately agreed to my request "I will Wendy but there will be a lot of it."

I wanted all the description and words "A lot of what John?"

He looked straight at my face "Spunk, Wendy. There will be a lot of spunk. Do you want me to spunk for you?" He was tugging up and down quite hard now.

He had turned my excitement back on me. I panted "Yes John, I want you to spunk for me."

We were both panting now, saying the right things to each other. He muttered "I want to spunk up your school skirt Wendy. I want to wank over you."

I knew he was talking about the things he liked, but I liked talking about them as well.

"That's lovely John. I want you wanking right up my pleated skirt. I want you to spunk over my little school knickers."

It was a silly conversation but it was what we both wanted.

He had reached the end and moved forward so that he was partly on his knees still tugging himself up and down.

He was looking straight between my thighs as he muttered "Keep your skirt right up Wendy."

"Yes John."

"Keep your knickers well to the side Wendy."

"Yes John."

"Wendy, I am going to spunk up now and I want to see your hairy cunt properly."

"I want to show you John."

He looked plaintively at me whispering "I know you cant take your knickers off Wendy, but can you pull them down for me?"

This wasn't a difficult request and I told him "Yes John. I will pull my knickers down to my knees for you." 

"Oh God Wendy. Thank you so much."

I knew he was on the point of squirting. I was standing directly in front of him as I pulled my panties down to my knees.

I had my skirt up to my waist as I egged him on "Can you see my slit John?" 

He squirted a great big gush as he panted "I can see it plainly Wendy. A nice black hairy slit with a nice pinky line running up it."

We were both subsiding but I gave him one last booster "The pinky line is my cunt John. You have made me so juicy. Thank you so much."

He let go and it was wonderful for both of us. It just kept spurting out just as I was having my third happening.

When it was over he pulled out a large handkerchief and wiped his penis dry before putting it back in his trousers.

He offered me the hankie but I declined. I had a few small tissues and did the best I could. Most of it was soaking into my panties.

Just then his mobile phone rang. It was his wife. She had a high pitched voice so I could hear everything. "Where are you Robert. Are you still stuck in the railway station?"

"Yes Alice but the train is almost due now. I am doing my best to pass the time away."

"That's good Robert. The boys are here with their wives and we will keep some wine for you. You must be fed up stuck there in the wilderness."

"Yes thanks Alice. Bye."

"Bye Robert."

We heard the train approaching and we both stood up. I smoothed down my pleated skirt and we made our way to the platform and got on the train.

The carriage wasn't very full and we didn't say much.

By the time we came to my stop the carriage was empty. I got up and reached my bag down from the rack. He offered to take it to the carriage door. I smiled and accepted.

As I left, we both smiled and he asked me very caringly "Wendy are you alright?"

I smiled back. I knew it was over and this was my last chance to be really naughty "Yes of course John except that I can feel that my knickers are very wet and spunky."

He chuckled and handed me my bag.

I could see my mother waiting for me on the platform.

As I walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek she murmured "You look a sight Elizabeth and I think you need a bath."

I got into the car with as little movement as possible. I knew very well that I needed a bath. 

*****

 This is the first part of a series entitled 'THE WAITING ROOM'. Part 2 will be submitted shortly.

The Waiting Room Ch. 02



This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain.



Over the years I remembered the incident in the Waiting Room as if it had happened yesterday. I had played it over and over in my mind at least once a week and the secret pleasure it gave me was incredible. 

I had been 20 at the time and a very Junior teacher in the local area. I tried so hard to please and be a success that everyone recognised my efforts. Most of my colleagues joked with me about my efforts at playing hockey. I was forever falling over and showing my underwear. It was such a horrible game.

My efforts had paid off though, and my promotions had been gradual but continuous and 17 years later as Head Mistress, it was lovely that I was genuinely congratulated by my colleagues and most importantly by the parents telling me that I deserved my elevated status.

I know my mother and father were so proud of me. My mother kept telling everyone "Our Elizabeth is such a lovely girl and did you know she is Head Mistress of St Agnus's now?"

My mother was a really perfect person and her friends used to smile at her description of me being a lovely girl. I was after all 37 years of age now and married but in her eyes I was still her little darling. I had married when I was 22 years of age to a fellow teacher Malcolm Welsh who was also from the local village.

Again my mother had been the main organiser. She kept telling me what a nice lad Malcolm was and that his prospects in the education field were very bright and we would be and ideal married couple.

Everyone saw us as the ideal married couple and indeed we were. Malcolm was a really nice man and as everyone had predicted he had moved forward in the promotion stakes and now just when I was made Head Mistress he was also appointed as Head of History Department and with the added responsibility of being my Deputy Head.

Malcolm was a great help at home and in our marriage generally, but as my Deputy Head I could not have asked for a more supportive member of staff. Whenever there were any problems his advice was so sensible and wherever possible if there was any flak he would be in the front line to take it for me or at the very least to share the burden. I really loved him so much.

As I said at home he was the ideal partner. He would always come with me to visit my parents who thought the world of him and we both attended church regularly at least once a week. I used to organise the flowers for the alter and Malcolm would be singing in the choir. It was idyllic.

We did have one serious problem which we discovered after we had married. Although he was quite a good looking man, Malcolm did have a rather small stature. Unfortunately this also reflected in that in that he was very poorly physically endowed. He was quite small really.

In those early years he could still get excited and it would become quite stiff but it was still so little. We would still enjoy things but to be honest I was never sure if he was in or out.

I found it easier to give him manual satisfaction and whilst I didn't mind, he felt it was demeaning to put me in that position. He didn't feel manly. 

As far as I was concerned he was still such a lovely man and I loved him so much. 

As I said earlier I could never forget that exciting time in The Waiting Room and even after just a few months of marriage whenever I felt that 'special needy way' I could get full satisfaction by just spending half an hour in the bathroom alone or if Malcolm was out I could lock the door and spend a quiet time feeling 'nice' just sitting on the settee quietly touching myself with all the curtains drawn.

I was very happy. Whilst there were a few untoward things, they made little difference to me. It wasn't quite that way with Malcolm as he was very aware of his own shortcomings. He said a number of times "Elizabeth, I love you so much but I cant satisfy you as a husband should be able to. I am letting you down." 

My heart went out to him. I hated to see him unhappy. I tried to assure him that I was OK and not to worry about it.

It was no good. He was so concerned that I couldn't achieve satisfaction with him. I couldn't bear seeing him so unhappy so I felt bound to tell him about my lone bathroom visits and the enjoyment they gave me. He seemed so relieved.

It did take a few more years but gradually I told him about my excitements that were very much due to my Waiting Room Experience when I was just 20. He seemed intensely interested in it and I had to tell him over and over the full event. He seemed to ask for the same details over and over again.

To be honest I enjoyed going through the details myself and could feel myself getting juicier and juicier. He still kept asking the questions and although I was obviously elaborating on the details and making them sound dirtier and dirtier he was exceptionally curious and kept asking for more details.

I could see in the end that his trousers were moving slightly and realised that Malcolm was as excited as I was. After about an hour of talking he would always visit the bathroom and would spend a considerable time there. I felt I knew what he was doing and so I did the same in his absence. In one way it was an ideal solution. We were both getting satisfaction out of The Waiting Room. Over the years we would go through this little happening many many times and although we never talked too much about it later, we were both very satisfied.

I think we must have been married about 15 years when suddenly he told me "Elizabeth, I know we love each other very much and we are so happy together but I know that my problem has made it less than perfect so I have decided to do something about it."

I was amazed and protested that it was unnecessary. I was very satisfied with our marriage. I was not pretending, I really loved Malcolm and didn't want anything to disturb our home or work relationship.

He was adamant. He told me "I want to make you even happier Elizabeth. I have arranged a full afternoon appointment with a Marriage Councillor in Bristol. He has a tremendous reputation and has only agreed to see us because we knows we both have successful careers and can afford him." I shook my head in bewilderment, but I could see he was determined. He always put my needs above his own.

On the following Thursday as we drove up to Bristol, I could see that Malcolm looked tense. It didn't worry me as I wasn't too bothered about seeing the Councillor.

Malcolm however kept telling me "We must tell him everything Elizabeth or we are just wasting money. He is very expensive but that is unimportant. The most crucial thing is that we, and especially you, benefit from the experience."

I nodded. It did make sense. If we were spending a lot of money and time we may as well see the benefit.

When we arrived at the Councillor's offices we couldn't fail to be impressed. They were magnificent. For the first time my tummy bubbled. If he could afford all this, then he must be good.

A young efficient looking woman met us at the door and escorted us up to the most luxurious offices I have ever seen. The young lady told me "Perhaps you wouldn't mind staying in the Waiting Room for ten minutes. Mr Rogers is with another client at the moment but he will probably see you in here, as it is very comfortable."

We nodded as she left only to be replaced by another young lady with a silver tray with tea and biscuits.

As we sipped our tea I noticed a Brief Case tucked away in the corner. It looked very old but it was still looked very expensive. There were large gold letters on the front R.R. 

My tummy did a giant flip flop. I muttered "Malcolm. I have seen that Brief Case before. It has his initials on it." 

I had told Malcolm the story so many times he knew it as well as I did. He murmured "R.R. Do you think it is him, Elizabeth?"

I was unsure but simply said "That is his brief case."

Malcolm was equally taken back "And his name is Mr Rogers."

I nodded. Then Malcolm whispered "You know where we are now, don't you Elizabeth?"

I just felt confused as he muttered "We are in his Waiting Room."

The similarities were mind boggling. As we were whispering a very smart elderly gentleman entered. Now, I knew there was no doubt. It was him.

He must have been in his late sixties but still looked very trim. He had a wonderful smile as he shook our hands saying "I am pleased to meet you. My name is Robert Rogers. I own the company and I am the Head Therapist. I am sure I can help you with your problem."

He was so reassuring. Malcolm blurted out our names and I saw Robert looking at me a little keenly. I wondered if he recognised me. He spoke to my husband "I have read your letters over the last few minutes Malcolm and about your wife's earlier experience and how you are now managing. To be honest it seems to me that you and Elizabeth are a very loving couple and are coping really well with your size problem. I really admire how you are handling it."

I felt a lot better myself as he spoke those words and I could see Malcolm sigh in relief as he mumbled "Thank you so much Mr Rogers. We are grateful that you found time to see us."

Robert was really looking at my face now and I could tell he recognised me. He said quietly "And tell me Elizabeth about the Waiting Room in the Railway Station. Was it very comfortable?" I bit my lip and nodded. It was difficult as we all knew what had happened.

Robert turned to my husband "From what I can understand, Malcolm, you enjoyed your wife telling you. Did it excite you?" It was Malcolm's turn to look embarrassed but he nodded.

Robert told him "You shouldn't feel embarrassed Malcolm. You obviously enjoyed it and your wife also enjoyed telling you. I think you are both handling the situation very well and should be complimented." I felt a little better and I could see that Malcolm was perking up. With Robert's compliments he seemed positively proud of himself. I realised then, what an expert, Robert was. He made me and my husband feel good about ourselves.

He turned to me "I hope you understand Elizabeth, that for us to make real progress, I need to ask very personal questions."

I knew he was right and said "Yes of course Robert. We need you to help us."

Malcolm also chipped in "My wife is right Robert. You can ask us anything you like and we will try to answer honestly."

Robert smiled and said to me "As you enjoyed the period in the Waiting Room, Elizabeth I can only assume you still masturbate thinking about it?"

It was still awkward but I nodded "Yes I do Robert."

He turned to my husband "And I assume you like the story as well Malcolm and you masturbate over it as well?"

Malcolm nodded "Yes Robert I do."

Robert made some notes and then surprised Malcolm "And do you like talking about it now Malcolm and has it made you stiff?" Malcolm blushed. Actually when I looked I could see the swelling and realised that Robert had as well. Malcolm blushed again but nodded.

Robert asked me "And where do you masturbate regularly now Elizabeth?"

It was all in the open now and I simply said "In the toilet and in the lounge."

Robert made a note "In the bathroom I suppose when you are having a pee?" I blushed but nodded.

"So your knickers are off?"

"No Robert. Usually around my knees."

"And how do you manage in the lounge. That must be risky?"

I was totally open now "No, it is usually when Malcolm is in work and I have locked the door."

Before he could ask I said "And I usually keep my panties on."

"And you use your fingers to rub your panties or go in the side?"

"Yes, both."

He then spoke to both of us "I hope you are happy with these questions? They are necessary if the interview is to be a success."

Malcolm answered immediately and a little too enthusiastically "Yes of course Robert. We want you to be as frank as possible." Robert smiled at me. We could both see that Malcolm was quite stiff now and wriggling quite a bit.

I was feeling quite flowy myself but was trying to control it. He asked me "When you are in the lounge on your own Elizabeth do you open your legs?"

"Yes, Robert."

He turned to my husband and said "Your wife has nice legs Malcolm and her skirt is quite short."

I could see the way he was leading my husband who very willingly agreed "Yes Robert."

He then turned back to me "Are they tights or stockings Elizabeth?"

I felt nervous as I answered "Tights, Robert."

"Its very hot today Elizabeth. They must be very warm and a little sweaty."

I just nodded. I felt it was too personal.

"Would you like to take your tights off Elizabeth?" For the first time I really hesitated He saw that I felt awkward. 

He changed his approach and asked tactfully "Is it because I know that you are Mrs Elizabeth Welsh and you are a Head Mistress and your husband is your Deputy Head? Is the identity thing too personal, Elizabeth?"

I nodded. He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. He said quietly "Would you prefer if I called you Wendy?"

I felt so relieved and nodded. I was being taken back in time to that special night.

He smiled in such a friendly fashion as he said "You are a very attractive lady Wendy. My name is John."

I found myself relaxing. It was more anonymous now. I answered "Hello John."

We were on a clearer footing now as he asked me again "It is so hot Wendy. You will feel more comfortable if you take your tights off."

It seemed more acceptable now as I said "Yes John." and stood up and reached under my skirt.

As I bent forward I knew that both John and my husband could probable see my underclothes up my skirt but it wasn't so awkward now. I felt as if I was Wendy again. 

I gripped the waistband of my tights and dragged them down.

I was fully dressed in front of two men with my tights in my hand looking for a convenient spot to deposit them.

I saw John look at my husband and ask casually "Would you like to hold her tights Malcolm?"

My husband was looking very red and his swelling really noticeable as he murmured "Yes please John."

"Give him your tights Wendy. He needs them."

I simply handed them over to a grateful Malcolm and sat down again.

John said "I would like to recreate the old Waiting Room atmosphere, Wendy. Would you sit on this straight chair for us."

It was getting deeper all the time but I felt more relaxed as Wendy, and sat on the simple straight chair which was slightly padded. It did show my legs up more though, so I crossed my legs to be more protective but it did show more of my thighs. 

"Does this remind you of the old Waiting Room, Wendy?"

It was so similar now that I simply murmured "Yes, very much so, John."

He asked my husband "From what she has told you Malcolm do you think it is like the old Waiting Room and does it excite you?"

"Yes John. It is exciting."

"She masturbated in the Waiting Room, Malcolm and so did John."

Malcolm was panting now.

John smiled at him encouragingly. "Would you like to masturbate now Malcolm?"

This threw my husband as the question confused him as he muttered "Masturbate?"

John smiled at me saying "Tell him to pull his cock out and masturbate Wendy."

It all seemed to fall into place as I told my husband "Pull your cock out, Malcolm."

Malcolm was in a excited daze as he undid his trousers and pulled his penis out. It was bigger than I had ever seen it before. Although it was still small it was very stiff and rigid in his fist as he moved it up and down.

John turned to me "Open your legs Wendy and lift one foot up onto the chair. Keep your knees well apart." The instructions were very soft and gentle and yet so explicitly simple that I did exactly that. 

I knew that in this pose all my underclothes were fully exposed.

"I like your panties Wendy."

"Thank you John."

Both Malcolm and I were breathing rather heavily and secretly I was hoping that John was affected as well.

He turned to Malcolm "Do you like her panties Malcolm?"

Malcolm stuttered "Yes John."

"Which part is best, Malcolm?"

Malcolm didn't know where he was and muttered "The middle bit."

John laughed "Good choice Malcolm. Her panty gusset. Shall we have a look inside?"

Malcolm mumbled.

John turned back to me and pretended innocence "What's inside your panties Wendy?"

It was so embarrassing but the conversation just seemed to be rolling along on its own accord. I murmured "You know John. You have seen my slit."

John chuckled "Of course Wendy. I remember. "You showed me your little slit before." 

I nodded but the term was not right now and I whispered "I was only 20 then John. Its bigger now."

Momentarily that took him off his conversation flow and he asked "Much bigger, Wendy?"

I nodded agreement "Much bigger now John."

He smiled "So its a big slit now Wendy?" I nodded. I didn't want to surprise him on that score.

He went on another tack "Of course in the old Waiting Room we didn't call it a slit did we?"

I nodded. Malcolm already knew. Anyway he was looking so flushed it didn't matter.

John turned to my husband "Shall we have a look at her cunt Malcolm. From what I can understand she has a nice big cunt for us."

I noticed the possessive tone in Johns voice. My husband just nodded.

John was still pleasant to us as he asked me "Show us your cunt Wendy."

I was unsure what to do and asked "Should I take my knickers off John?"

He shook his head "Not yet Wendy. Just pull your panty gusset to the side but make sure we can see all of it."

My foot was still up on the chair with my knees splayed as I used my fingers to ease my panties well to the side. 

I was self conscious but felt better when John gasped "Goodness, Malcolm. Your wife does have a big cunt. No wonder you had a job filling it."

I could see John's trousers swelling now. Not really like my husbands trousers. The bulge in his was much bigger. 

This seemed to be a massive thick snake only contained by his smart trousers. It must be like a big cobra. I knew they had big heads.

He saw me looking. So was Malcolm. He dropped his right hand and grasped it through the material and whispered loudly "Do you want to see it Wendy?"

I looked at my husband and then back at John. I very deliberately nodded.

He smiled as he undid the front of his trousers and explained to my husband "She wants to see my prick, Malcolm."

Malcolm nodded as if it was inevitable. Actually I had the feeling that Malcolm wanted to see it as well.

Out it came. I gasped and I also heard Malcolm gasp. It was massive.

Even the top part of it looked like a snakes head. A very big snakes head. It was like a cobra.

He chuckled "Wendy if this goes up it wont fall out. My knob will keep it in." 

It sounded funny. I giggled. I looked at Malcolm. He was in a daze but still rubbing himself.

We were all ready now. Both John and I knew what we were both thinking. He said "Do you remember what we did in the old Waiting Room Wendy?"

I didn't even have to answer. I started to let my finger run along my slit as John started to move his fist up and down. It was huge and getting even bigger. I was very wet but getting even wetter.

We both looked at Malcolm as he excitedly went up and down with his little thing. I could see that John was concerned about him and I reassured him "Nothing will happen with Malcolm for a long time, John."

John smiled as he understood what I had been telling him. He even said "Your husband is a good man Wendy." I smiled my agreement.

John was concerned about him and said "Are you OK Malcolm?"

"Yes thank you John."

"Your wife is wanking for us Malcolm. And I am wanking for her. You can watch us."

Malcolm just kept doing it to himself.




The Waiting Room Ch. 02



John kept fisting but asked him politely "You like watching don't you Malcolm?"

"Yes John."

John smiled "I like you very much Malcolm. You can be Malcolm the Watcher."

"Thank you John."

He turned back to me. I was so wet and juicy now I was almost screaming.

John told me "I think you want to do a lot more than last time Wendy."

"I have thought about it a lot John. I wish we had done more before."

"Do you want to be fucked Wendy?"

"Yes John. I want to be fucked."

"What about Malcolm, Wendy?"

"I think he would like to watch, John. Would that be OK?"

John turned to my husband and asked politely "Do you want to watch me fuck your wife Malcolm?"

Malcolm whimpered a bit but still pulled his penis and said "I would like that John. Thank you."

It was all coming to a conclusion now and I stood up and started to take my knickers off.

As I pulled them down John told me "Give Malcolm your panties Wendy. He would like to have them."

I slipped them off and handed them over and Malcolm gasped "Thank you Wendy." He also said "And thank you as well John."

I was now showing myself and John was moving closer to me now and I was past the point of no return. I was gasping.

Suddenly John stopped saying "I have just thought of something, Malcolm."

Malcolm was in the same state as me and panted "What are you thinking John?"

John chuckled. He was enjoying watching Malcolm and me in such a highly charged state.

John murmured "Do you think we should get her Tits out, Malcolm?"

Malcolm didn't disagree and said "Yes John get her Tits out."

John gently undid my blouse and then fumbled with the clasp of my bra.

As he was a bit clumsy I told him "Let me do it John. I am more used to it."

As I slipped my bra off he laughed "Well Wendy to be fair you sound like a Head Mistress. Don't you agree Malcolm?" 

Malcolm was panting in excitement. I had never seen him so excited.

He just nodded "She is a good Head Mistress John."

John smiled back at him "Do you want her brassiere as well, Malcolm?"

"Yes please John."

I gave him my bra. He had my knickers and bra now. He was panting and so was I.

They both looked at me. I was in such a hurry I used my hands to open myself out more for him.

He smiled at my eagerness but didn't say anything as he moved in between my thighs and pushed his thing right up my vagina. 

As big as it was it still slipped up so easily.

I still wanted it even more and lifted my legs right up so that my slit opened up even more.

It was so lovely sliding in and out and up and down. I was so wet I was really slippy.

It went very quiet for a few minutes apart from the gentle slurping noise from between my legs and Malcolm's excited little whimper.

Then John spoke so powerfully "I am ready now Wendy are you?"

He was so polite and I murmured "Yes John I am ready."

He turned to my husband and asked the same question. Malcolm only whimpered. He couldn't speak.

I knew my husband so well and answered for him "He is ready as well, John."

John chuckled and slipped a large handkerchief to my husband saying "Use this, Malcolm." It was just in time as Malcolm clutched himself in a little frenzy.

John turned back to my needs and quickened his pace and in less than a minute I felt his warm stuff just seem to drench my inside. At the same time my feeling of ecstasy exploded. It was the most exciting experience of my life.

We all slowed down and moved a little apart.

Mr Rogers opened a drawer and took out a few large handkerchiefs and gave some to Malcolm and me saying pleasantly "You can use the two executive bathrooms for a few minutes and then I suggest we meet back her in ten minutes."

Malcolm and I made our way to the bathrooms. Like everything else in the building they were out of this world with opulence and luxury. We took our time and then made our way back to the Waiting Room where Mr Rogers was waiting with our file.

He was so nice and yet wonderfully professional as he said "Well I have to say to you both, that I was very impressed with your attitude, but in these cases it is much more important to hear the patients views."

Malcolm almost bubbled over with enthusiasm saying "It was a wonderful interview Mr Rogers and I know I feel so much better and I think Elizabeth is more than pleased."

I was of course but didn't want to show too much eagerness and said "It was very nice, Mr Rogers."

He smiled so charmingly and said "Well to be honest I don't think you need any more treatments so I will be able to discharge you this afternoon."

I felt desolate. I didn't want that, and was fairly sure that Malcolm would be feeling the same.

Even as I thought this my husband seemed to panic and say "I think we will need some more treatments Mr Rogers. We don't want to lose the benefits by not completing the course." I nodded my agreement.

Mr Rogers smiled but said "Don't commit yourselves too soon. I know it is expensive. Go home and talk about it between yourselves and if you feel it necessary, give my secretary a ring. I do have a waiting list but I will do my best to fit you in."

Malcolm and I both nodded. We had both hoped to sort out a future appointment but saw that now was not the time to pursue it.

I could see my husband draw out his cheque book and as I didn't want to take part in the finance thing, I asked to be excused and left for the bathroom to freshen up with some make up and I arranged to meet Malcolm in the car park.

I finished in the bathroom and was surprised I still had to wait. It wasn't long however and Malcolm turned up and got in and we started on our journey home. I could see that Malcolm was quiet and I also held my tongue. We were both deep in thought.

When we moved out of the city onto the Motorway it was relatively light in traffic although Malcolm wasn't driving very fast. Suddenly he said "We must get some more treatments, somehow, Elizabeth. I need it."

I didn't want to upset him but he was preaching to the converted. I wanted it as much as he did.

I said quietly "What did he say Malcolm?"

Malcolm was calm "I think he was concerned about the expense Elizabeth."

"But didn't you explain that with us both having very good jobs we can easily afford things?"

"Yes I did Elizabeth, but he wants us to go home and think about it more and to consider his comments carefully."

I looked a little blank "His comments?"

I could see my husband colour up a little. He was embarrassed. "He said that we were both exceptionally nice people and so well matched and caring. He said that he liked the way that I was so loving and watched you so supportively."

I smiled "And you are Malcolm. I felt so safe being watched by you."

"Mr Rogers said that as well Elizabeth."

"What did he say exactly Malcolm?"

"He said that I was a Good Watcher. I was a good little boy for you."

"That was a nice thing for him to say to you, Malcolm. To be honest you were a good little boy." I felt motherly.

"Thank you Elizabeth. It was a nice thing to say."

"Did he say anything else?"

He said you were a lovely lady with a lovely plump figure." 

I giggled "Did he mean he thought I was fat Malcolm?"

Malcolm half smiled "No he said you had a nice plump bottom."

It surprised me and I muttered "He liked my bum. Did he say that?"

Malcolm kept his eyes on the road and said "He told me that he thought you had nice firm buttocks. And that you probably had a nice bum hole." Malcolm wasn't talking frivolously. He was very serious.

It took my breath away.

I just muttered "Did he say anything else?"

Although Malcolm was embarrassed he was so truthful "He said he noticed that I liked having your pretty panties and brassiere."

I didn't want Malcolm to be embarrassed "But I know you like having my panties Malcolm. I love you very much. They don't cause us any problems."

Although Malcolm was still driving I could see some movement in his trousers. It was affecting him just talking about my underwear. To be honest the whole conversation was affecting me and I was feeling quite squishie.

I knew that whatever happened my husband and I were really desperate to see Mr Rogers for more treatments.




 I AM CONSIDERING WRITING 'THE WAITING ROOM CHAPTER 3 BUT THIS WILL DEPEND ON HOW WELL THE FIRST TWO PARTS OF THE WAITING ROOM IS ACCEPTED BY LITEROTICA READERS.



The Waiting Room Ch. 03



 This story is a total fantasy with no basis in fact whatsoever. No one is under age and there is absolutely no physical pain.

*****

When we arrived home we didn't talk a lot. Malcolm had a shower and I had a nice long soak in the bath. It gave me time to think.

I thought about the Waiting Room scenario. I knew that all that time ago in the Railways Station Waiting Room the excitement had dominated my naughty thoughts. Yet this time in Mr Roger's Waiting Room the excitement had been a million times more intense. I knew that in my future solitary times in the toilet or in my lounge, my thoughts would be about Mr Rogers. 

As I lay there in the bath I tried to work out why this should be so much better than the first time. I slowly came to the conclusion that there were two reasons.

The first was very obvious. Even as a young girl my squishies, had always been associated with older men and especially older men in authority such as Head Masters or Priests or Uncles and even closer relatives. 

The fact that I was a Head Mistress myself made it even worse. Deep down I liked to be told what to do. Mr Rogers filled that role but Malcolm didn't. 

The second reason was slowly dawning on me. It made me gasp and made my tummy throb a little. It was my husband Malcolm. He had been watching so intently and it obviously excited him. 

It excited me to think of his excitement. After all I was Malcolm's wife being pleasured by an older man directly in front of him. I knew he liked watching it and it excited him. I also knew that his excitement made my own excitement even more intense.

It wasn't as if Malcolm was a silly, or weak man. He was after all a Deputy Head Master in a large school. It wasn't just a title. My husband Malcolm, was a very respected figure and held in very high esteem and admired by fellow teachers, students and parents alike. 

I thought for a moment and knew that I respected Malcolm as much as all these other people. And I loved him very much as well. I was so proud of him.

The fact remained however, that my husband had watched me being had by another man and it excited him. It had also excited me, knowing that he was watching.

I thought about the words and the expressions used during the Treatment.

Mr Rogers had said to my husband "Your wife is wanking for us Malcolm. And I am wanking for her. You can watch us." Malcolm had just kept on doing it to himself. 

John kept fisting his monster, but had asked him politely "You like watching don't you Malcolm?"

"Yes John."

John smiled in a kindly fashion "I like you very much Malcolm. You can be Malcolm the Watcher."

"Thank you John."

My husband had been grateful to Mr Rogers for letting him watch. I didn't feel any the worse of Malcolm for being so compliant but it just confused me and in a way it excited me more. 

Then with Malcolm's full agreement I had taken my knickers off and then my brassiere. It was even more flowy and flushy for me when Mr Rogers had told me to give my underwear to my husband as 'he needed them'.

Later on Malcolm had told me about his private conversation with Mr Rogers and he had kindly referred to my husband as a good little boy and how much Malcolm had liked holding my panties and bra. They weren't offensive comments and Malcolm had agreed with everything. This was my husband, but in these special circumstances I regarded him as a good little boy as well. In fact just like Mr Rogers I had thought that Malcolm was a Good Little Watcher.

I knew that Malcolm liked my panties. When we had those very private talks late in the evening about my first Waiting Room experience he would always go straight to the bathroom and spend half an hour on his own.

When I had checked later in the bathroom I always found a pair of my panties from the dirty linen basket right at the top with clear marks of his excitement.

Also they seemed to be very stretched. I knew he had been wearing my used panties. 

It wasn't too difficult to work out what he had been doing to himself and I found that just as exciting.

I also appreciated how much Malcolm supported me both at home and in school and I felt that I also owed him the same level of support and help.

I also thought about the other part of Malcolm's private conversation when Mr Rogers had told him that he had liked my bum. 

It made me feel so young when he had said that he liked my firm plump buttocks. I sensed that if Malcolm and I did manage to secure another appointment then it could be that my bottom would be involved in some way.

I was unsure whether to giggle or not. I knew that if something like that did happen, my husband Malcolm was very likely be a Good Little Watcher.

Over the next few days, Malcolm telephoned Mr Rogers Office several times to try and arrange an appointment. I waited anxiously each time but we could only get as far as his receptionist who was very nice but was told how busy he was. I was desperate, but poor Malcolm looked distraught.

I think the receptionist must have sensed Malcolm's predicament as she did say "I will tell Mr and Mrs Rogers how you both feel and I am sure they will do their utmost to help you." She had already explained that Mrs Rogers was also a Senior Therapist and jointly owned the company.

We were desperate but unfortunately life had to go on. I had a very large school to run and we also had school inspections due shortly and difficult Parent Teacher Evenings to get through.

Then about a week later we had a crisis in school. I had a call from one of my secretaries that a senior boy had climbed out of one of the high windows and was balancing on a narrow ledge.

When I went out into the main quadrangle it was terrifying looking up and seeing this young man in such a precarious position. All of the students and teachers were just looking up just waiting for something dreadful to happen. I had a good teaching staff but I could see from the faces of both the men and women that no one had any idea what to do. Neither did I.

I felt two hands upon my shoulders and then Malcolm's voice whispering "Don't worry Elizabeth stay here and make sure no one does anything silly." He then went back into the school.

In a few minutes as we all watched I saw my husband squeeze himself out of the open window 70 feet above and make his way precariously along the ledge towards the boy. We all had our hearts in our mouths as we watched.

Malcolm must have talked to the lad for about 20 minutes and then we saw him help the lad back along the ledge to the window and safety. It was incredible bravery and everyone broke out into spontaneous applause. I felt so proud.

When the Press heard about it, Malcolm just brushed them aside saying, "the care and safety of all our pupils is the responsibility of all members of our staff. This is the ethos of the school led by the Head Mistress." The Governors and the Authorities showered the school in praise. I loved Malcolm all the more for it. He was so wonderful and yet he hardly spoke about it.

A few nights after that event Malcolm and I were in our lounge chatting and I could see his eyes straying down to the hem of my skirt. I knew he was feeling that 'special way'. 

To be honest I felt squishy as well. And I so wanted to help my wonderful husband. I knew what he needed.

I excused myself for a minute and went to the bathroom. When I returned I was holding a pair of my panties which I had retrieved from the Dirty Linen basket. I also had one of my bras.

I saw him look and gasp. He said nothing as I offered then to him saying "Would you like to hold them Malcolm?"

He gasped. He could hardly speak especially when I opened my knees a little allowing him a better view up my skirt of what he had been trying to see earlier. 

He looked at me like a little boy lost. 

He knew I was helping him and murmured "Thank you Elizabeth, but you must be careful no one finds out. Don't forget you are the Head Mistress ." He was so lovely. Always thinking of my well-being, above his own.

I smiled encouragingly "It is I who am grateful to you Malcolm and don't worry I have locked the doors."

As I spoke I took the soiled panties from his hand and pushed then gently into his face. It was almost involuntary but I watched him sniffing deeply.

As he inhaled he again muttered "Thank you so much Elizabeth."

Apart from being pleased with helping my wonderful husband, his excitement was affecting me and my tummy was pulsating and throbbing in such an exciting way. He was also fumbling with my bra.

I knew he wanted more but would never ask. I simply said "Why don't you put them on Malcolm?"

He gasped. I could see the needfulness in his face.

He wanted too so much and yet he could hardly speak. Without saying any more I slipped his clothes off.

I was amazed at the stiffness of his little thing but didn't comment.

I took my panties and slipped them on him. I also fastened the bra and then slipped a small pretty smock over his top. He looked so nice.

I murmured "You should have some silk stockings on as well Malcolm."

He didn't offer any resistance as I slipped a pair of my tan silk socking on his legs and fastened them to some garter straps. 

He looked nice and I could see he was pleased with himself from the stiffness in the pretty panties. 

He looked so pleased with himself as he murmured "I feel so pretty, Elizabeth."

I smiled back saying "You are such a pretty boy, Malcolm but I think you could be even prettier."

He sighed "That would be so lovely Elizabeth. I would like to be pretty"

I nodded. I didn't have suitable clothes just then so we just settled down to watch the TV together. He didn't actually go to the bathroom but I could see him slowly fondle himself. I didn't want to rush him as I knew we would have many more evenings like this and we could both enjoy our secrets together. Deep down though we both knew we needed some treatment from Mr Rogers or possibly his wife.

For over a fortnight both Malcolm and I rang Mr Rogers but only spoke again to his receptionist. She confirmed that Mr and Mrs Rogers knew about our requests and had both gone through our files and would contact us.

During the course of the next few days both Malcolm and I thought about our predicament. I was desperate but Malcolm was even more needful than I was. 

Then in the evening the phone rang. I picked it up and almost flowed. It was Mr Rogers. He explained that he was with his wife and that I was on the Speaker. He guessed that Malcolm would be with me and suggested I did the same. I did. Poor Malcolm looked ready to faint. 

Mr Rogers spoke in such a relaxed way as he apologised for not getting back earlier. He realised how needful we both were but it had been impossible due to the number of clients wanting treatment. I naturally said I understood but would appreciate any help we could get.

Then Mrs Rogers spoke. She sounded so lovely. I had seen her picture on the Company brochure. 

She was well into her fifties but very smart and looked so cuddly and maternal. 

She was so nice and fulsome. Her voice was so mellow "Hello Mrs Welsh, I have been through all of your notes and know everything that Robert has done for you and Malcolm and seen the full video of your last treatment in our Waiting Room and can see you definitely need more treatment."

I gasped. She must have seen her husband mount me and how compliant I was and the way that Malcolm had masturbated as he watched. I simply said "Yes Mrs Rogers. I am sorry if we are nuisances but we are both very needful."

She chuckled "That's fine Mrs Welsh. That is what we are here for. I just wanted to check a few points. First of all Mrs Welsh I assume you enjoyed it and want some more?" 

I murmured "Yes Mrs Rogers. I need more."

She went quiet for a moment and I knew she was making notes.

Then she spoke again "And as far as you are concerned Mr Welsh. I have to assume you enjoyed watching and you want to be a good little boy again and want to watch some more?"

I could see from Malcolm's trousers, that the conversation was affecting him but he did manage "Yes Mrs Rogers, I want to be a good little boy and would like to watch if possible."

Mr Rogers spoke "I want you both to understand that my wife knows everything about our last appointment and I have told her about the first encounter in that lonely Waiting Room."

I must have sounded embarrassed as I muttered "I understand Mr Rogers."

Then Mrs Rogers took over. She chuckled again as she said "You must have found it exciting Elizabeth when John took Wendy down the Happiness Road in the Railway Station. And then even better in our Waiting Room when Malcolm watched you having your pretty flower pollinated."

"Yes Mrs Rogers. It was so exciting.

She chuckled again "And you must have enjoyed holding your wife's panties Malcolm as you watched the pretty cow opening her legs for the big bull. I expect you would like to watch it again?" 

Malcolm was lost in his naughty memories "Yes Mrs Rogers. I would like to watch it again." 

She giggled and spoke in a conspiratorial murmur "I expect the old bull had a lot of spunk, Malcolm as he filled the pretty cow up." 

Malcolm panted "Yes Miss, he did." 

Mrs Rogers then said "Well now that we understand your full needs, there are 2 options. My husband will explain."

Malcolm and I held our breath as Mr Rogers spoke.

"Well if you can wait 3 weeks you can visit our offices in London in 3 weeks' time..."

Malcolm gasped "I don't think we can wait that long Sir.." I was about to say the same thing.

Mr Rogers carried on as if Malcolm hadn't interrupted "Or my wife and I are motoring down to Cornwall tomorrow so if you are really desperate we could stop off in your village and meet you at your home."

I knew what Malcolm was going to say so I beat him to it "We are desperate Mr Rogers. Would you see us tomorrow afternoon in our home?"

Mr Rogers sounded concerned. "I know you are the Head Mistress of a busy school Elizabeth and your husband is your Deputy. Are you sure you will be able to manage the time off school?"

I didn't want any doubts to creep in now and said "No, it will be fine. I can arrange cover from our senior staff."

Malcolm nodded his head vigorously.

Mrs Rogers laughed "That's settled then Elizabeth. You can expect us at about 2 pm. You will need to set up your home in a suitable Waiting Room atmosphere so that we don't have to start from scratch."

I answered "Yes of course Mrs Rogers..."

She realised that I was unsure and carried on "I know you will have a comfortable lounge Elizabeth, but to get the true atmosphere you should get Malcolm to make sure that all the doors will be locked. And you can make sure all the curtains are drawn."

I felt relieved. "Yes Mrs Rogers we will do all those things."

She was talking so friendly and intimately now and said "Perhaps you could make a little cardboard sign with the words Waiting Room and hang it on the wall. I am sure that Wendy and John will like that touch."

I almost giggled with excitement saying "I know Wendy will love it and so will Malcolm."

Then Mr Rogers spoke "And I can tell you Elizabeth, that John the old bull will enjoy it as well."

Mrs Rogers spoke teasingly "We can help the pretty little cow to open her legs, Malcolm."

"Yes Mrs Rogers."

We all laughed. Malcolm was panting as well.

I was concerned about Malcolm. I didn't want my husband to be set aside. I did say "You won't forget Malcolm will you Mrs Rogers?"

She sounded concerned. "No of course not Elizabeth. Now I know he likes your underwear. I have very extensive experience in this field and I think I already know most of the usual secrets but it is just as well if you tell my husband and I how far you have gone. I need to know everything."

There was no point in hiding things. I told them everything about him putting on my knickers and stockings and padded bra and nice tops." 

She sounded so knowledgeable as she said "That sounds fine Elizabeth. But have you put him in a pretty little dress yet and full make up with lipstick and blushers and hair pieces."

I could see Malcolm blushing but looking excited as I said "No, I haven't gone that far with him, Mrs Rogers."

She seemed to deal with all things as she said "OK. Don't worry about that. I will bring a few things. We must remember that up till now Malcolm has been a good little boy, but it probably needs it to go further."

Malcolm was panting. It was exciting for me but I was also intrigued as I asked "Further? How do you mean Mrs Rogers?"

She spoke so casually "Well up till now he has been a good little boy for Wendy and John. But deep down he probably needs to be a good little girl."

I gasped. Malcolm was so excited he whimpered.