“I’ll leave you now. Since it is Saturday, you’ll have a day to rest and acclimate to your new home, and meet everyone. Breakfast is at 9:00 am ...n Sundays. Don’t be late. The kitchen is downstairs, to the right. I’m sure you’ll find it just fine.” Headmaster Johansson placed her things in her room, and shut her door.Breanna sat on the bed and looked around. She was in awe. While the furniture was sparse, they were very nice. The bed was a four-poster queen sized bed. She had a desk, a dresser,. Just trying to choose the right moment I guess” She raised her eyebrows, waiting for me to respond. “B..bbbut why?” I felt way out of my depth and didn’t really know where to start this conversation“Pretty obvious really Matt” She said. “But more to the point” She’d glanced down to look at the bulge in my trousers. “I think I’ve hit on a mutual interest haven’t I!”There was no point denying my feelings about this and I had to shrug and with a weak smile confess that I found it kind of horny,. ’ Not cute, beautiful, or gorgeous. His choice of words suggested that I looked classy, at least that was the way I interpreted it. ‘Thank you. You look handsome. Have you been waiting long?’ I knew I was late, but it was only polite to ask, right? ‘No, I haven’t.’ He looked down and scratched is upper lip. ‘For a second, I thought you would bail.’ Lying was never one of my strong points. Often, I considered myself a person who told the truth no matter the consequences. ‘I almost did. My best. Robert leaned forward, inhaling her scent, as he planted gentle kisses against her thong-covered slit. His tongue, like a slithering snake, worked its magic on her inner thighs. Reaching up with both hands, he slowly drew her thong down over her hips, her legs, to the floor.He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue lapping her hot, wet slit. His tongue slowly made its way between her pussy lips, seeking its target. The moment his tongue found its target – her clit – he began to lick and suck.