"Good. Well, boys. I think that's enough on breasts." The boys groaned in disappointment. "Let's discuss the v****a instead, shall we?"
All three pupils immediately perked up and stared at Claire.
Amir spoke up first again, "Sir, can we see Ms. Bell's v****a?"
Claire eyes widened at the guileless nature of the question, her eyes flicking to Mr. Forsythe in panic. He wouldn't agree, would he?
"Hmm, well, I suppose we're lucky to have Ms. Bell with us and it's rare you get the chance for such a practical examination. OK, then. Michael, please go and get the blanket at the top of the cupboard in the office. We can lay it on this bench for her to lie back on comfortably. Ms. Bell, if you wouldn't mind..." Mr. Forsythe seemed utterly oblivious to the fact he was asking Claire to show her p*
