I raise my glass and take a drink. I enjoyed the taste, at least compared to the scotch I drank at Mr. Wayland’s house. We drank and talked for an h...ur or so. We laughed and told fun stories about our lives. I began to understand the wine was talking when Mrs. Day-Sea began to speak with me over more private matters.“Eric, you are a very special man,” she said and brushed my arm, this was not an accident. “Ever since…ever since my husband passed, no man has ever helped me or my daughters as you. It was an ashen-faced Mr. Norris, his form teacher, who'd silently passed the meeting note to him in class that said Mr. Hampton wanted to see him.St. Mary's was unique among English all-boys sixth forms in its selection process. All young men must be, as well as hard workers, in the very best physical condition. As well as an entrance exam, there was an aptitude test - the source of much newspaper gossip - and a physical. You didn't have to be a genius to attend, but every boy had to do his. His big toe started rubbing up and down her panty-covered slit.She kept looking around, but no one was paying attention to her or Alan. "You know." No, I don't know. How did this Heraclius have such success?"Ignoring the fact that his big toe was rubbing directly up and down her slit, she explained, "It was a combination of reorganizing the military and economy and incredible personal bravery. He even challenged an important Persian general to hand to hand combat, and won!" She realized that. .”“Then we'll think of this guy as blazing a trail, eh?” She held out for inspection a length of black rubber that was a replica of an erect penis. If not quite the impressive size of the boy's own.“Oh, wow.” He looked up at her open mouthed. “Lady V, you're going to stick this up my bum?”“Only, dear boy, if you fancy the idea.” With the help of more lubrication she worked him with two then three fingers and he was groaning hoarsely.“Oh God... oh God... yes... please...”Stretching the slick.