By Pussy-Willow Penn Suddenly the curtain round her bed was pulled back sharply and a torch light blinded her. Hands roughly pulled back her bedding and a sharp intake of breath by all five of the other dormitory members made her heart sink. Her night-gown was up around her waist, her thighs spread as wide as the bed allowed, a hairbrush with no seeming handle fully visible between them, even though her hands tried to cover her naked pussy tightly. She groaned. “So - we catch you red-handed” gloated Annabel, the dorm monitor. Several sniggers erupted from the others. “Look at her, girls! Suzy James, the posh slut, abusing herself – as she has clearly done every night since she arrived”. Suzy could say nothing. She tried to lower her night-gown, but someone stopped her, someone else pulled her hands away, and yet someone else shone the torch fully on to her sopping pussy and then slowly extracted the smooth rounded hair-brush handle from her inner recesses. It was wet and shiny.
