Secondly, at this time caning was still permitted at our ‘boy’s only’ school. Neal loved caning boys and did so with a level of passion which wa... a little disturbing. Frequently, boys would be asked to pull their pants down after a caning by him, so he could observe how symmetrical the red lines on their backsides were. Something he found oddly thrilling.Years later, I was informed that this was a sign of sexual frustration.Neal also never dated, unlike the other masters who frequently. And the pictures all had spots on them. I wondered then&hellip,I had seen porn pictures of guys wanking on girls pictures. Was Wil cuming on my pictures?&hellip,someone was&hellip,. as I looked closer and checked the spots. I think it was cum on the pictures. I got a warm tingle thinking about it. Some guy thinking about me until he shot cum on my picture. My ego shot up as I felt special to some guy. My mind was going crazy to find out who it was. I planned an interruption to the club house.. The pitch of the moan changed a little bit as I moved around to try to get a better angle. “Oh, my God, Bob! Keep that angle. You must be rubbing against my G-spot. It feels so good that I must be at the edge of heaven. If you can keep that up, I will have to struggle to come up with a suitable reward.”“Don’t worry about that, Beth. The better I make you feel, the better I feel. Nobody has ever said anything to tell me how good this feels. Jacking off was never this good!”I settled into a. But not quick enough for me to miss the lump in his trousers that was pressing into my stomach. When it was over. I thanked him for giving me what I deserved, and asked him if could show him how sorry I was, by giving him relief to the bulge in his trousers. No sooner that he had said, "yes," I unzipped him and took him in my mouth. He has good staying power because it took me nearly 10 minutes to get him to cum. I kept sucking until he had gone soft.The good weather didn't hold, and by.