After several minutes I was ready to cum. I asked Coach H if he wanted me to stop and he said to continue but to shoot my cum onto my chest. Which I...did. My cock was sensitive and I stopped masturbating. Coach H told me to keep masturbating. I continued masturbating until I started to squirm and could no longer take the hyper sensitivity. “Stop for a minute” Coach H told me. Coach H got up and scrapped my cum from my chest and put it in a cup. Coach H sat back down and told me. The first stroke landed and Kitty jumped back as some pegs flew off, before she steadied herself and accepted another two strokes that forcefully dislodged more pegs. Enough pegs had now been removed so that I could see the deep indentations that the pegs had made. “Harder please, my tits can take more pain,” she said as the fourth stroke landed. At her urging, the fifth stroke was the hardest yet and it was quickly followed by an equally hard sixth stroke as an unaccountable number of pegs. "Pfft. Sure, you're fully dressed... but what you're about to do is not at all lady like!" Sam snickered. She then went to greet their company. Tori looked down at herself again. She was wearing a pink b cup bra under her grey tank top. She stood up and checked herself out. Her jeans were rather baggy for a girl of her size. She really wished that she had borrowed something of Sams to make herself look better. Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs, along with Sams laughter and the voice of. "Is there a new student here? An 'Imogen Iorwroth?'" Yes, Professor, I am Imogen," she replied, standing as she spoke, ignoring the professor's deliberate mispronunciation of her name."Is it true what I heard in this morning's staff meeting? That I am to have in my fifth year O.W.L class a student who barely qualifies for first year? A completely untutored child, of uncertain parentage, perhaps not much more than a squib, a distraction to everyone else? I hope you can tell me that my.