with a school 'gym kit'

When I get some 'clients' logged in, I give them a wide view of me wandering into the bedroom, swinging my tennis racket. I have my microphone on so they can hear me, and I don't have to tie my hands up with nuisances like typing. Once again, I've borrowed one of cousin Stacy's old school uniforms. I found them tucked away at the back of the closet, in what is, actually, her bedroom.

Instead of the class uniform, I have on the phys. ed. 'gym kit'. This consists merely of a thin white sleeveless 'vest' (I did without the bra), navy blue shorts that wear like briefs and long white socks with white 'trainers' (canvas sneakers). On my larger frame, though, the strap-sleeved shirt hem lets my taut belly peak out. The already small briefs ride even higher on my asscheeks.

I comment on how my tennis coach worked me hard today as I flop down into the padded desk chair. I slowly start to rub the racket's shaft along the cotton gusset of the briefs as I read the sexy comments cybered my way. It's almost too much for a horny young British girl to bear.

I work the racket handle even harder against myself, pushing the soft, and increasingly damp, material between my greedy pussylips. I then see a message that I should pull up on the tight briefs and spank my naughty ass with the racket.

Ever obliging, I turn around on the chair and do so, checking the composition on my computer screen. My upside-down valentine of an ass fills the monitor window as I tug up the material to reveal most of my tanned asscheeks.

I try to whack my butt with the racket, but the angle is kind of awkward. I then hear a voice from beyond the computer desk.

"Let me show you how it's done!"