Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 25, with extra pictures from New Justice 3.02 ‘Can I see you tomorrow?’ he said, his voice eager. ‘I could meet you after work and we could have something to eat and then…’ ‘No,’ she cut in sharply. ‘Not tomorrow. I can’t see you tomorrow.’ His face fell. at this sudden dash of cold water breaking in on the giddy way he felt. He wanted to see her every day — and he assumed she felt the same. She was a year younger, 18, and just fantastic: her face and her figure too. She worked in a local shop: had been there all the time he had been here at the university, six months now, but he hadn’t known, not until last Friday when he had chanced to go in… and somehow… because he wasn’t usually very bold with strange girls, especially fantastic looking ones. Friday and today was Monday: it was like a dream. ‘Not Tuesday,’ she said, producing a sympathetic smile in response to the look on his face. ‘I can’t. Or Thursday...

From Uniform Girls 24. No words, just some rather nice pictures — a prequel to Timber Treatment .

From Uniform Girls 23 Tracey Jones was young and pretty, just nineteen years of age. She was standing in the centre of the room wearing just a pretty and very brief undie set. Her firm young breasts pressed outwards against the little bra-top, the hint of a dark-pink nipple protruding above the thin fabric. Her knickers stretched tautly across the her firm round bottom. Little darkish curls peeped out from behind the narrowest band of material at the very top of her long slim legs. Tracey felt very uneasy, standing there in front of her employer. Knowing that she was in the wrong. Realising that Mr Williams could throw her out, and report her to the police. Conrad Williams sat down. ‘That was your very last chance, young lady.’ He raised his arm and pointed through the open doorway. ‘The front door, Tracy. You may leave… now.’ The girl glanced along the direction of her employer’s gesture and then shook her head. ‘No. Mr Willi...