He came in the front door carrying several bags. “Sit down on the couch. I bought you some things,” he said, as he dumped the first bag onto the...coffee table. Out fell several sexy lingerie outfits, in black, red, pink, and baby blue, my favorite. He handed me the slinky black number, which was nothing more than a lacy, see-through mini dress that basically covered nothing. As I pulled it over my head, he dumped out the next bag. My eyes got wide as saucers when I saw all these dildos,. There was a pleasing thwack, thwack, thwack as my hard spit-covered cock smacked down over and over again on her face.I ordered Claire onto her knees and told her to get her face on the floor, arse towards me. She obeyed, her pert buttocks raised, exposing her tight little arsehole as ripe for fucking. I ordered Claire to use her hands to spread her buttocks for me and open her arsehole wide for me. Like the good little pet slave she was, Claire reached round, her face to the floor, and pulled. She also began losing interest in the horse-riding that we’d always shared together.Before long she was talking about her wonderful new boyfriend at the factory.Jonny Myles was twenty years old; he looked like Robert Mitcham and had a fast motorbike!“Yea ... a big cock too!” I thought sourly.I was jealous of course; I was losing Jean, who I had always thought of as mine.Jean now spent all her time out and about with Jonny and her horse-riding became a thing of the past; her fine gelding Temple,. Strictly no student's permitted."Oh my goodness! Hermione jokes from my colleagues now. It was the principal, Neil Smith, dressed for-fuck's-sake as Dumbledore, the principal at Harry Potter's Hogwarts School. He was wearing a long, white Santa Claus beard, his college academic gown and a rumpled witch's hat from a costume store ... I mean he could've been Gandalf from Lord of the Rings, but the principal dressed as a famous movie principal was actually quite clever."I'm sorry, Professor.