It was just after 9am when the doorbell rang, I felt a twitch in my shorts in anticipation of Sam’s arrival, I eagerly opened the door and Sam stood...there, looking absolutely stunning. She had a white loose fitting tee shirt on and I could see she had no bra under it, my gaze went down to a pair of loose fitting white sport shorts. We both said hello and I invited her in and as she passed me I looked at her arse and could just make out the outline of her panties through the shorts, she looked. Both males were unassuming looking middle aged men, in good shape, well groomed and outwardly attractive to t-girls who had a penchant for mature masculine males. A third man of a similar appearance entered the room, he signalled to the other two, who gestured toward the girls; he made a point of brushing past the girls, turning and apologising, ensuring he was noticed. Tall mature and handsome, the girls tittered politely back at the broad male in a sharp suit as he walked over to the other. "I'm going as we speak."Belle lucky escaped her father's questioning eyes as she runs out the door. Once she made it outside, she spotted Gaston. Her only hope was that he didn't see her coming out from her house. Quickly, she turns around and walks the other way, away from him. Belle can see the library in sight just as she was about to open the door to the library, she was quickly whisked around. To her horror, it was Gaston.How did he see me when I made sure he didn't? Questioning herself as. “Finger ... my ... ass, please!” Sam pleaded with me to play with her bottom.I was happy to oblige, finding the prospect of toying with her tush to be quite delightful. My fingers sank into her anus, stretching her sphincter a bit wider from that many digits buried inside it. When my fingers formed a fist, she creamed herself and screamed my name so loudly that no one could deny that she was my bitch. Yes, the Principal of Bullard High School was my personal fuckmeat and it was obvious to.