My next trip to the men's room found a security officer waiting on me.I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but sometimes it seems like big brotheris watchin.... He wanted some identification. We went through the whole"why do I have to give you ID" conversation, but he persisted. He puffedup like a blowfish when I opened my purse to show him my ID. I think hepuffed up in lieu of thinking up something to say. His next trauma wasmy simple explanation that I had come to the men's room to wash theperfume of. That was until I had an idea out of the blue, I wanted to watch myself.I reached down and whipped the dildo out of my arse and stood it upright on the floor next to where I was squatting down (it has a flat base where you can put batteries in, I didn't have any and the ones in it were dead) then snagged the mirror from the windowsill. Setting it down on the floor I angled it so I would be able to see my arse then laid down on my back to check. It was perfect, I could see my arse without any. What an incredible feeling to have my own semen in my mouth. I moved it around and around my mouth with my tongue. I really wanted to taste it, to really know how I tasted, and as I built towards my release I slowly let it slide down my throat. As the last drop of cream slid over my tongue and down into my belly, I lowered the cum saver to my swollen cock head and blew my load into it. I shot spurt after spurt after spurt until my nuts felt drained. Then as my breathing slowed and my head. "I am not willing to let this boy escape again,he has got too many chances now and it is quite evident from what the both of you just said that, not alone should Chase receive his punishment,but that you too should be given,let us say, a little reminder of what true discipline is," the Abbot said reaching for the school cane on the table before him."Now look here,Abbot,there is no call for us to be punished, we are adults," Chase,snr said .Tara shifted uncomfortably in her chair.Tara was just.