Marta wanted to get on with some revision work for school, so Anna and Eve thought about what they could do until supper was ready, obviously not the time to play at what they really wanted to be doing. As she was now switching her stables visit to just spend tomorrow afternoon riding Silver, she thought their new young recruit might like to join in the horse riding, and maybe she would have questions about her new career that Anna could help with.

Mary answered the phone, her last pupil for the day having left shortly before, and she had just started on the evening meal. Anna offered her congratulations on Micky joining the studio, and asked if it was okay for Micky to join her to go riding the following afternoon.

"It's okay by me, but you better speak to her yourself, though I wouldn't hold the phone too close to your ear when she answers." Mary joked in reply. "It's Anna for you."

"Hi Anna, have you heard all the news, about me and about daddy?" Without leaving room for reply, Micky went on to say her dad had been offered the job at Anna's school, and he had accepted, and handed in his notice at his current school. The other great thing was that she had been accepted sight unseen to attend the school herself in the autumn. When Anna did mange to get a word in edgeways, Micky did squeal with delight at the invitation to go riding the next day, then she checked with her mum if she would be okay teaching both Catherine and Ivanna by herself.

After the call Micky said she was unsure if she had enough money in her piggy-bank, but Mary had an idea of the cost from what Max had told her about the pony trekking prices. The cash from the sign on fee was still largely untouched, so Mary said she would give Micky an envelope with enough to cover the outing, besides they had already been informed Micky's first set was on the site and doing well. On Tuesday or Wednesday they had been told to expect notification of a studio fee, and a download fee, that would be transferred to their new account opened especially for Micky's modelling payments.

As the boys were at the table, it restricted certain topics of conversation, Anna talked about riding the next afternoon with Micky the cab drivers granddaughter, and passing on the news of her changing school next term, due to her dad becoming a teacher at their school. Eve talked about her cousins visiting on Sunday, and left it at that, and each of the others made their contributions to the evening's chatter.

Later up in Anna's room they talked about the earlier subject of how their current state of development marked the beginning of the most lucrative stage of their careers. Eve said they should maybe make a record with Anna's camera, taking pictures of their pussys each week so they could see the changes like a time lapse film, but Anna wasn't so sure if she wanted that kind of image stored on her camera in case she lost it.

"No Anna it could be fun, we could each take a close up photo once a week, then put it on your secure studio lap top right away, then delete them off the camera. We won't take full length shots with our face or anything, just our pussys, so no one could ever identify us."

They spent some time working out how to take consistent pictures so they could scroll them on the image viewer on the laptop to look like a time lapse film. Rather than sit straight in one of Anna's chairs at her desk, it was necessary to scoot forwards with their legs well spread to get the view they wanted. When they got the result they were after, they wrote down the camera distance, and all the settings, so they could repeat the same shot each time. They giggled at the zoomed in pictures that showed from crinkled anus, up past the bright pink vulva of each girl, and the soft mound above sporting the finest downy body hair captured in the strong lighting, and their minuscule dressing of nascent pubic hairs that even magnified on screen didn't amount to much.

Having worked it out they practised for several shots each to run a sequence on the computer, then deleted from the memory all the surplus images leaving just two that they called x1 and y1, next week they would add x2 and y2. Talking it through Anna said it was very scientific like her sister would do something, not all arty or creative like John or one of the other studio photographers.

"Anna can you imagine this as a school science experiment and writing it up, - object, equipment, method, results, and conclusions."

"I think our biology teacher would have a heart attack, I've seen the way he looks at some of the girls, but he's so old, the strain would be too much for him."

The conversation deteriorated from there as they talked of the hotness or otherwise of various teachers at their school both male and female, then on to imagined pairings of the said teachers, both dream couples, and gruesome ones. Anna checked with Marta about them having the use of the bathroom for an hour, and was told to 'go for it' providing she could get in there prior to her bedtime, as her night-time pads were in there.

As on previous occasions they enjoyed their bath-time frolics sliding about in the big tub together like a couple of slippery eels, bringing one another off, and trying not to flood the place. After drying and clearing up the room, they slipped on their nighties, forgoing any underwear for ease of access, not that the nighties would stay on once they finally went to bed. An hour later their fresh minty breath had been replaced by an entirely different tang that emanated from a different type of tube altogether.

The next morning it took showers, flossing, toothpaste, and a hair brush for both girls to remove that 'fresh fucked' look, or at least the lesbian equivalent. As Eve pointed out it would be mortifying to give her dad a good morning kiss with pussy breath. This was the cause of howls of laughter as they made their way down to breakfast. Eve had to bite her lip as Anna kissed her dad's cheek as she went to sit at the table.

Igor was pleased to see his youngest daughter and her friend were in such good spirits, as Anna said they were thinking over the lines of a 'play' they had been writing the night before. Of course he knew that was their subtle way of talking about the video scripts when the boys were about. The normal talk around the table that morning was about the plans they all had for the day ahead, at the start of another busy weekend.

Karl had said he would see Marta at nine for a surprise day out, and she was to bring an extra sweatshirt or something as it might be a little cold as they wouldn't be cycling, but she had no idea what he had up his sleeve. Anna had suggested it could be ice skating, as that could be cold, but no one at the table was sure if there was an ice rink in Kiev. Marta thought the traditional country dance moves like square dancing would be of no use, but the gliding moves of a waltz might help, not that she had skated before, or even if that was the surprise he had in store for her later.

It turned out they went by Metro and tram to reach their first destination, a pier on the busy river, where they boarded an excursion cruise that would take them up and down the river. The day's breeze was more noticeable on the water, but it was interesting listening to the commentary from the guide over the speakers. On the left are the main docks, up on the hillside is the dome of this church, and so on as the made their stately progress along the river passing many of the commercial barges en route.

As it was a return trip to the same place they'd started, the guide left out some of the sights in order to have places of interest to point out on the return journey. Marta could see some girls might think of it as a boring date, but Karl had chosen well, as the history and architectural heritage was something the two nerds could both enjoy. The steep wooded slopes on one side of the river with the lower lying land on the other side, and although it was plain how the city of Kiev sprawled out over a vast expanse, it still had many parks and green spaces between the tall building developments and the industrial areas.

After Eve had left Anna phoned Micky to ask if she wanted to leave a bit earlier and have a pick-nick lunch before their horse riding, the response was enthusiastic, Anna was now becoming more aware of her hero status in the eyes of the younger girl. Anna had matured a lot over the past year, but knew she was as fallible as the next person, though it was an ego boost having Micky look up to her, she felt it was her responsibility to mentor the girl to the best of her ability.

Max, Micky's granddad was now working less fixed hours for the cab company, weekdays after the time school let out, through to six o'clock he ferried Mary's pupils back and forth, and for several hours at the weekend. He now took most mornings off, and worked in the evening for the cab company, but went in if they were busy. Anna got one of her other regular drivers, who had been to the riding school before, she had put together an ad-hock lunch, and went via a grocery store to pick up more provisions on the way to collect Micky.

When Anna arrived she was invited in by an excited Micky, two girls who attended the other school that Anna didn't know that well were having a lesson, nevertheless they chatted for a while, though Micky was keen to leave. As Mary showed them out she handed Anna an envelope saying it was to cover the riding costs, Anna had meant it to be her treat, but not wanting to hurt Mary's pride, accepted the cash saying she would return the change.

Micky knew the driver as one of her granddad's friends, but they talked horses all the way there, and about her change of school, as they couldn't discuss their other common topic in the car. Anna paid the fare with a nice tip, saying she was unsure what time they would return, she would phone, joking about whether they would have another driver who knew where the stables were.

They climbed up a nearby rise, sitting on a slope that caught the sun, sheltered from the wind by a stand of trees, a perfect place for lunch, where they could talk without being overheard. For the first time Anna heard of Micky's studio visit first hand, rather than her mum's viewpoint. Hearing Micky it was like she had visited fairyland, and gave her opinion of the people she met, like the man who had all Anna's pictures on his wall, and John being silly with his threats to put moles and warts on her pictures.

Micky had obviously been overwhelmed by the costumes, then went on to tell Anna about doing some of her gymnastics moves that John really liked, and that her mum had been out and got her a super fancy new leotard for gym class.

"John was good fun, he said he takes all your pictures, he made me laugh. When I was getting changed he said I had to sit on the tie up panties to stop them running off."

Anna had now seen first hand a few times the reaction of new girls to their first experience of modelling, but Micky was the youngest, full of awe and wonder, but seemingly unfazed by what had happened, ready and willing for a repeat performance, if only to try out a costume complete with fancy shoes. Anna knew of late her own sales kept her in the top five, dipping down then bouncing back, and with the summer intake of new girls, she might fade for a while, till the new wore off, then she would surge back using one or two of the best ideas that she and her sister held back for her own photo sets and videos.

There was still much about the studio, and the modelling business in general that Micky had yet to learn, but she was eager, and had lots of relevant questions, inherently aware that there was a sexual element, even if her hormones hadn't kicked in yet, and sex was still an academic concept, something that older kids and grown ups obsessed over.

Micky confided that her mum had told her about her 'special button', but that she had found it herself some time ago, which led to a discourse from Anna on the art and joy of self pleasure known as masturbation, or Jilling-off. Getting back to the subject of modelling Anna said how Micky needed to maintain her 'innocent girl' being naughty image for a while, not wanting to come across as too precocious, and to gradually over the next few years to show a more knowing aspect to her expressions and poses. If she gave John enough variety of styles, he would distil the essence of a shoot to weed out those shots that didn't work with a girl of her age, and to listen to his advice.

Anna tried to play down her own status at the studio, and among the other models, she hoped Micky now saw her in a less mythical light. They packed away the remnants of their lunch into the small cool box, and walked down to the buildings of the riding school. In the reception Anna joked with the girl on the desk that she needed an old nag for her friend to ride, bearing in mind this would only be her second time on a horse.

While Anna had all her stuff in her locker, Micky was kitted out from the assortment kept just for the purpose of ensuring novice visitors were suitably attired. Anna then helped find a hat in the correct size, as Micky asked about all the items that Anna was wearing.

"The back brace, riding jacket, jodhpurs, boots and so on cost a fair bit, but I'm out almost every weekend, and I have a horse; this is only your second visit, if you're still as keen to go riding in six months time, you could start thinking about your own stuff. Even if you do take it up, with the way you'll start growing, you would be best buying second hand, as there's always children's kit for sale on the notice board. Then as you grow, you sell it on to the next youngster coming along."

Silver was out in the large paddock, nibbling fresh grass, and romping about with the other horses, as the manager liked to ensure all the horses spent plenty of time outdoors except in the harsher weather, even so there was an open sided barn to provide shelter. One of the stable girls was with them to help, as Anna called out to her horse, the intelligent animal knew his new human often had treats, and she didn't disappoint producing some apple slices. Getting Micky to hold out a slice on her flattened hand, she giggled quite unaccustomed to the large snuffling creature taking the apple from her so gently.

Silver made no fuss about accepting the bridle, and they lead him from the field over to the stable block to get saddled up, where another of the staff had a pony waiting ready for Micky, with just the stirrups needing adjustment to suit her size, whereas once the cinch was tightened on Silver Anna was good to go, with the entire riding tack being her own. There were some open fields the riding school used, as well as bridle-paths through sloping scrub land, and through some lightly wooded areas.

Anna was a popular horse owner and member who wasn't above helping out when she visited, so they took pains to ensure her young guest got a well mannered pony for her second ever outing. Following a string of other pony's single file along a path had been a thrilling new experience, now in an open pasture Anna taught Micky how to control her mount into going where she wanted it to go. Anna enjoyed passing on what she had learned, looking on from her elevated position as Silver was a good three hands or more taller than Micky's ride.

They went on to ride some of the bridle paths, the talk alternating between between horses and modelling, with Micky keen to learn about both. When they at last headed back, the subject of modelling was dropped to be replaced by questions of the school she would be joining in the autumn term. At the main stable buildings the girls helped remove the tack, and rub down their two mounts, before they were turned loose again into the large paddock after a helping of grain and an apple each.

After changing they stood at the fence of the paddock talking as they waited for their ride home. The family had needed to say something to Max, Micky's granddad, as he was bound to find out from the other drivers if they didn't say anything. They had gone with the common twist to the truth, that they modelled clothing for foreign fashion companies, and Anna told the story of the mock-up page of her in a winter coat that they had shown to Nana Olga and Gramps, and how at some point they should get John to do something like that for her to show to Max.

Anna had their driver drop Micky off first, but didn't go up, just handing her the envelope, only having taken out cash to cover for the pony, she would pay the cab fares herself. There was some urgent research she wanted to complete now she had visited several web sites, and read up the reviews, though she hadn't yet told Eve about the products she was looking for.

After dealing with the remnants of the pick-nick Anna gave her mum a whispered update of how Micky and her family were getting on while the boys were upstairs playing. Logging on with her studio laptop in her room she caught up with the latest threads on the models own chat zone, but saw nothing of immediate interest, so left that to resume her web browsing. She had found a selection of items that took her fancy, and she could buy them online, the only problem was she had plenty of cash, but no credit card in her own name. Anna then thought about how Marta might deal with this problem, and picked up her phone.

It had been obvious when she thought about it, Valya had been her confidant and make up artist right from day one, it was a bit awkward at first spelling out what she wanted, but her friend had been supportive, taken down the details, and said she knew of a shop locally so they wouldn't even need to wait for delivery. Valya would call in after work, see what they had available, and use her discretion to bring Anna back some playthings.

The evening meal that night was a real family affair as their ranks were swelled by Nana Olga, Gramps and Karl, making the table noisy with two or three conversations going on at once. The meal was all but finished when the doorbell rang, Ella came back into the kitchen with Valya in tow, carrying a parcel tied with string. The old couple had met Valya before, just knowing her as a lady that worked at the fashion studio.

"Anna I picked up the stuff you needed for that experiment, do you want me to open it now so you can check it out?"

Anna had got up from the table to greet Valya, and only she caught the wink, and wicked gleam in her eyes as she asked the question. "No - I'm sure it's all there, I'll take it up to my room, where I can sort it out later."

With Anna known as a joker it wasn't often people got her back, but Valya had her going for a moment, she doubted anyone at the table other than her sister was likely to be privy to the contents of the package. Marta had her own entertainments, and by this time next week if all went to plan neither she nor the boy at her side would be virgins any longer.

Though she desperately wanted to know the contents, she just rushed it upstairs for now, until she could look through it to find what Valya had been able to buy. She had told Valya how much the various items had been via the internet, but said she was willing to pay more, leaving it to Valya's experience in these matters. After Valya left the evening seemed to drag on no, matter how dearly she loved her elderly visitors, but she didn't wish to appear rude, by sloping off to bed early which would be so out of character.

Finally Anna attacked the parcel, each toy under a plastic bubble on a card backing or in a gaudy box with rude illustrations. She laid them out in a row, among the final items were two jumbo packs of batteries in two sizes, a brief catalogue from the shop with details of sex aids on special offer, and an itemised bill from the shopping spree.

The first item was a 'pocket rocket', described as a small discrete vibrator, looking like a long elegant lipstick case, the next up in size was a smooth gold coloured phallus which she thought was about fifteen cm long, and according to the instructions had variable speeds for enhanced pleasure. The third was moulded to look lifelike, in a soft flesh toned rubber, that she would class as well endowed from her web research. One toy looked like it was made from wobbly red jelly* but was penis shaped at both ends, and thirty cm or more in length.

Valya had not held back on Anna's brief, for another toy was like a two finger knuckle duster with a big lump on the top, reading the box, she found it was a sort of vibrator you wore on your fingers while touching your clit - or someone else's. The last two items were a large tube of KY lubricant, and a hand written note.

"I hope you have hours of fun with the enclosed products, don't get carried away, and hurt yourself, use the KY. Wash them thoroughly before and after use, especially if you use them on your rear end, then you will need to disinfect them. Forgive me if I'm jumping to conclusions, but if you are sharing them with a certain young friend and neighbour, you two take care, and lay off using the toys a few days before a shoot, as it wouldn't be a good idea showing up looking like you've been playing hide the sausage. Love Valya."

Valya knew! Well maybe she didn't know, but her guess was dead on. When they had talked early on she had spoken of how it was common that girls often tended to have their first experiences together, rather than with boys. Anna had just dismissed it at the time, more curious about the changes ahead in an abstract way, hardly even into masturbation at that time, now she was almost obsessed with the sport, especially with Eve as a partner.

Anna dug out an empty shoe box in which to keep her horde, leaving out the pocket rocket and a few of the smaller batteries. She didn't want to bump into her sister in the bathroom while washing it, so got an antiseptic wipe from her studio backpack make-up kit to clean it for it's 'maiden' voyage so to speak. Unscrewing the end she loaded two batteries, with a thought as to if it would vibrate backwards if she put them in wrong.

She clicked it on, then quickly off again, it had been surprising the way it had suddenly come alive in her hand. Turning it back on convinced her it was reasonably quiet, but she decided to use it under the duvet. Settled down comfortably in bed with just her bedside light on, Anna applied the toy where she thought it would do most good, moving the smooth tip in circles around her clit. It was thrilling, the way the buzzing toy sent tremors through her skin exciting her, giving her a warm glow.

Remembering in the note it said about using the lube, but that was now in the box in her closet, and she didn't feel like getting out of bed to fetch it. Instead Anna thought she might have enough of her own natural moisture to help slide the toy over her skin, and moved the tip down between her lips to the source. This felt good too, so she experimented with the toy moving it all around between her legs, but staying clear of her bum, as she didn't want to stop and have to wash the thing before concentrating on the good spots.

By the time she had shuddered through several orgasms, the toy was starting to slow down, and at last she switched it off. She couldn't wait to show Eve this little wonder, or to get started trying out the rest of her new toys, but right now she felt languid and satisfied, ready to sleep, looking forwards to whatever adventures awaited her on Sunday. Her last waking thought was if they did bigger packs of batteries!

* UK use of 'Jelly' a semi-transparent fruit flavoured gelatine desert, not to be confused with JAM (a fruit and sugar compote) which our cousins in the USA misname as jelly, to include with peanut butter making a sandwich often referred to using the abbreviation PB & J.

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To be continued in Chapter 70. An 'interesting' day ahead for young Anna, and a discrete name check for a few of her biggest fans.