"I didn't rape you," he chuckled. "It was you who got in bed with me, wasn't it? You were the one who demanded that I eat you." We're both awful, aren...t we? Depraved. Do we have time to do it again before Iris gets home? I wonder if she's started thinking about boys, yet? She's a pretty, little thing, isn't she?" I really hadn't noticed. She's kind of skinny." Hah! You like your women any size... and age. I wouldn't trust you alone with her, even if she's too young. I know you, remember. She's. I’ve reached the point of no return. This is coming now and I have to just accept it. I pull my head off your dick with a gasp and stand up on my knees, my cock directly above yours. I see that look on your face, but I can’t quite tell what it means. I don’t care. I can’t stop stroking my dick. I grip your solid member hard and then it hits me. Wave after wave of intense orgasm. I see colours and spots for a moment. I hear nothing but my own grunts. I look down at my. The object of this establishment is to teach boys lessons of quite a different nature to those offered elsewhere. Apart from a little reading and writing the education here is perfunctory and consists mostly of skills suitable for use in domestic service. I would rather my students could recognise a jam-spoon than solve a problem in trigonometry. The overriding function of the staff I employ is to eradicate their undisciplined boyish traits and establish in them a gentler, more feminine. I also felt a pang of jealousy. My man was probably getting to taste Cora first hand and I knew just how good it was. Mark and I did a few shots, then he excused himself to the bathroom. When he did I went to peek in on our spouses. I wish I could say it was on the way to the bedroom I was headed to anyway, but that was not the case. I had to make an effort to look in. They had left the bedroom door cracked so all I had to do was push it open just slightly so I could see in and hopefully not.