Although it was a Monday, the school was closed for off-site teacher training. Jennifer walked to the headmaster’s office and knocked smartly. “C...me in.” Jennifer stood in the door staring, not believing what her eyes were seeing. “Mr. Carter?” “Yes, you must be Ms Carson, are you alright?” “But, this can’t be. You’ve not aged a day.” Julian Carter burst out laughing. “You must be mistaking me for my father.” “Your father?” “Mr. Carter senior.” “Gosh, you’re his mirror image.” Jennifer. It was eight inches long when not even fully erect – and at least a full inch and a half thick. She gulped as she stared at it with one eye. Mach was holding it by the base, and Lynn imagined her own hand on it – stroking softly at the skin like she did with Baz when he let her play. She smiled widely at the difference, and at the same time at the sameness. ‘It’s so big.’ Lynn said out loud. Right after this she realized that she’d actually said the words, rather than just thinking them. The. He lifted my feet, removed my high heels and placed my feet in stirrups that were very similar to those on a gynecologist's exam table. The difference is that these were much closer to my ass. My heels were no more than a foot from my butt.He stood over me and said, "I could secure your feet to those stirrups. But it's so much more interesting when we get to watch you bitches flailing around while Fred pounds his big cock into you. Just remember, cunt. You can scream and curse and wriggle. " Damn, I saw her butt wiggling." I said since I couldn't think of what else to say."You should have felt it in my hands. She was wiggling a lot." He offered."What about the next time you talked to her?" I asked."Oh, I asked if she wanted her tits massaged." He said laughing."What did she say?" I demanded."You sure you want to know?" He asked."Yeah, of course." I blurted back."Well she was quiet and whispered that it wasn't a good idea. I asked her why not and she said because my husband is.