Maisy was about five foot seven she reckoned, a couple of inches taller than Poppy, and was wearing her blonde hair in plaited pigtails. Poppy could a...so tell that Maisy was athletic. She wasn't worried by the lesbianism that she assumed was rife in an all girls school, but hadn't been prepared for an upskirt of a cute pussy within a minute of walking in the building.Maisy knocked on a door. 'Enter,' came a booming voice from inside. Inside the office was a middle-aged teacher wearing a gown. The only constant was your hand stroking my head and face in a constant reassurance that you were there and you were in control. No words needed spoken, I could hear it in your touch.I heard a familiar sound that I couldn’t place at first. It was my favorite wand winding up, but I hadn’t brought that along… my thoughts were racing just as I felt it brush against my nipples ever so lightly at first then firmly circling them. I let out a soft moan through the air tube as it began to make its way. "She then looked at me while holding the ball gag in front of her mouth. "I do not want any drugs, permanent damage or blood. My safe word is Avocado. Do you agree?"This was not quite what I was expecting. I had hoped to just convince her to look elsewhere and walk away. I didn't think she'd actually take me up on this. And although looking at her, I could easily see how having the other half of this lesbian couple would excite me, I was still trying to balance out my sense of personal. There wasn't a sinner in sight ( except me and I was up for some pretty damning sin) it was now chilly and the wind was getting up and I will admit to having second thoughts. Though I thought the worse would be me standing for a while alone like a lemon then having to walk a mile into the town centre for a taxi as my phone charge was on its last legs.I stood there growing disenheartened. As I faced the main road which was deathly quiet, behind me ran the street for a hundred yards or so until a.