There were huge floor to ceiling windows, a dressing table that must have been made by some master craftsman in the eighteenth century and, much to my...delight upon opening a door, a bathroom and toilet. I tried the hot water tap, and behold hot water! “Must be an electric hot water tank somewhere,” I said, once more aloud. Another faint rustle, and again, nothing. “Watch your imagination, girl,” I said, but making sure it was not aloud this time. A further hunt revealed a large cupboard with. The school prided itself in being exclusive, traditional and somewhat above the law. But, as many alumni were lawyers, the school managed to adhere to the letter, if not spirit, of the law in carrying out old-school traditions. Frosh Fun Friday (aka FFF) was one such near by not over the edge tradition.Seated on the dais before the 58 assembled first-year boys and girls were Headmaster, Frederick Ogilvy and Headmistress Abby Downton. Each were academic heads in their separate fields of. Once she was sure I was perfectly caged she pushed me back so she could stand. She untied the robe and let it drop to the floor. There she stood wearing a black half cup bra , black garter belt holding up black lace top stockings. Her vagina was uncovered and totally hairless. She put her hands on her hips and walked around my naked body. She slapped my ass cheek and ask me if my dick was hard. Just before I answered she stepped in front of me and laughed. She grabbed the cage as it was being. Matt began to move his finger in and out, finding her sphincter relaxing more and more. Could it be, he wondered, that this amazingly beautiful and sexy woman might share his love of backdoor sex. There was only one way to find out.Matt reached down and slipped his hands under Sofia's thighs and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his back. He walk-carried her over to the far end of the large shower and set her feet down on the tile floor by the granite covered bench that ran across.