I replied to the ad and got a reply back in 5 minutes, I thought this guy was hopeless, or to picky answering me back a hour n a half after he placed ...t. He told me that he just got in and needed to unwind, and that getting his dick sucked was a great option to relax and get the weekend off to a great start. From his photos he was in his mid-twenties, he liked my response and photo, he was O.K with me being older, he replied that didn’t matter – he liked what he saw and the others were not to. ( In the 70’s in rural England no one talked about bisexuals)I just thought I was odd. I was happy not to do Rugby or any other sport and it sounded like I would be helping others which sounded great.Saturday came round. My friends had not told me what voluntary work was but some had left with the Rugby teams and others went off to another part of the school. Robin and Paul told me the head would explain and they might see my later.I went off to the head’s office. He smiled at me and showed me. I turned a few more pages as I reached my maximum exposure, my knees were really wide apart, beyond natural, and leaving him with no doubt I was doing it for him.His response was to take his cock out and walk towards me, but within a few steps he was shooting a stream of sperm, which hit me on the my uniform, and as I looked up, his second spurt landed on my hair.I rocked forward and let my knees touch the floor, and with my mouth now open in a submissive action, took him into it and swallowed. ‘Damn, it’s just not fair.’ ‘Silk, if you dyed it, it wouldn’t be red anymore. What’s the point if any girl could have one just like yours?’ Jessie can read me like a book. I caved, and shaved. So we began the dressing. First an assistant used an airbrush all over. My first color was green. The airbrush was cold going on. Funny on your arms, exciting on your nipples, downright weird on your nether regions! They spray up to your collarbone. Then he came back with a gold spray and did me in a.