Ms Johnson locks the door.

With that Ms Johnson walked over to the door and turned the catch. It locked with an audible click.

Abbie swallowed nervously as the old Russian lady turned to face her again. In the face of the old lady's fit naked body, the teenager felt frumpy and awkward.

"Strip," the old woman instructed. Abbie glanced at the door. It would be the easiest thing in the world to unlock it again and depart. She was not a prisoner here. So why hadn't she moved?

"Well?" asked the old lady, in a softer tone, "aren't you going to show me what you got?"

Abbie wasn't sure. Was she going to strip for the old Russian? She had never done it with a woman before... In fact she had never really done it with a man. Except for... No. She put the thought hurriedly from her mind.

Abbie considered the door and the naked old person before her and realised that this was what Miss Barnard had been trying to explain to her. Without being conscious of having made a decision, Abbie began to remove her bulky pink sweatshirt.

Ms Johnson lit up another cigarette and watched the young teen with unashamed desire.

As Abbie pulled the sweatshirt over her thick dark hair, she revealed an off-white heavy duty bra holding her large breasts in place.

"You got no finesse," commented the old woman, critically, "you got to seduce me and tease me, not just chuck all your clothes on my floor."

Abbie tried a seductive hip swing, but the old Russian just sighed. Self-consciously, Abbie unhooked her bra and let it fall. Her large 38" breasts swung free and Ms Johnson gasped with undisguised lust. Abbie flushed bright red.

"Here, I got something for you," said the old woman, "close your eyes."

Abbie dutifully closed her eyes, whilst the old lady crossed the room and rummaged somewhere behind her.

Soon the topless teen could smell the old lady's smoky breath as she approached from behind.