Room 2D

I can’t resist another touching up of lovely Louise Wilshire in this adorable outfit in Evening Tutorial from Uniform Girls 52 The phone rang. It was Mr Finling. ‘Christine? Hello dear. Just a quick word. I’d like you in the sailor suit this evening. OK? I wasn’t sure what I said last time. But definitely the sailor suit. OK?’ Looking across at David, Christine smiled and said OK. ‘Lovely. The normal time then. Are you by yourself right now?’ Christine rounded her big blue eyes at David and said no. Mr Finling laughed softly. ‘A girlfriend or a boyfriend? As long as you’re not doing anything naughty dear. You’ll have to tell me later, won’t you.’ He rang off. She thought: maybe he had rung to see how long it took her to answer. And if the phone had to ring a few times it might mean she  was  doing something. With David. She had told Mr Finling about David, the new boy at school whom she rather fancied. And Mr F...

An enhanced version of Mr Faltnoy’s New Filly from Blushes 74. Look out for the first part of a new original illustrated story by Culver later today. One doesn’t see that sort of thing nowadays of course. Nowadays there are too many so-called do-gooders about eager to think the worst. Too many busybodies interested in minding other people’s business and intent on discovering shock-horror scandals whether or not they exist. But before the war, back in the thirties, they were not uncommon. Even then of course they were not shouted from the rooftops; but if one knew where to look — in the advertisement pages of certain magazines (quite  proper  magazines but discreet ones) — then one would find these modest little announcements tucked quietly away. Private academy for young ladies. Something like that. The wording could vary of course. It might be —  Private tuition offered to young ladies.  Or —  Gentleman...