Eventually they arrived at Ashford, where Gerald ‘joined’ (to you and I that is staggered over the footbridge to) the branch train to Hastings (kn...wn locally as the Marsh maggot!) Ernest however was soon on his way across the other face of the platform, to a Canterbury bound train, soon to leave, both men eagerly wondering what they had let themselves in for! The porter bawling the familiar humorous cry of “why kill em and cart em to Canterbury” (to those who don’t know of the area that’s the. I knew he wouldn't last long; for one thing, he had already been wanking over the camel toes on the netball court. I was still inexperienced, but knew enough to know that the bead of precum on his cock head was a sign that soon the nectar I craved would be mine. I slowed my cock stroking and licked the precum from the oozing slit.“Oh fuck!” his sudden cry caught me by surprise as he started to cum.The first jet hit my forehead, the second my cheek, and the third in my now open mouth. Just the. "Everybody, either hit the showers or gather round. And Botilda," she added, "you did the striking, so you get the cam and record this."I giggled as not one person headed for the showers, but instead formed a rough circle and leaned forward. Lagrange-sensei had my lie down, bend my knees, and spread wide. The group leaned in a bit more, and Botilda made sure to get every detail. I blushed a little, and had the sudden crazy thought that, if the camera were infra-red, my blush would be obvious.. The poorhusbands each were suffering a crisis of ego loss. Being in chastity,constantly yearning for what they couldn't have ("Let's keep you lockedfor another week. At least."), worrying about when they would finallybe released ("Now if you're going to whimper and whine, let's not evenDISCUSS letting you out of your tube. What you need is an attitudeadjustment. That should take another two weeks."), and with their wivesbehaving so sexily whenever they were around them, well, it wasn't.