”“Hehe. Yeah… it’s just distracting. Really distracting.”He puts his shirt back on and we continue studying. I put my hand on his thigh ...s I peer at the page closest to him. I nod in understanding but vaguely am concentrating on the lump in his pants I was feeling.“Oops. Sorry.” I say and wink at him.“You can’t just do that.”“You want me on my knees too? I can do that.”“No. I mean you can’t do that at all. I’m your teacher now.”“But remember when you weren’t… that was a great. It would be difficult to refuse — we were very much in their debt and he knew it. ⚤⚤⚤⚤⚤⚤⚤Chapter 4 – Rite of Passage The youngsters were well looked after and would not be part of that night’s proceedings, for which I was thankful; it would be confusing and frightening for them to see. Whilst I had never been allowed to watch what happened, I knew what to expect; my mother hadn’t left us totally unprepared. She knew it was going to happen someday, and any decent mother would prepare her. I hear his breath husk behind me, sense his excitement. Slowly, he pulls out the toy I have come to love. I nearly scream at the emptiness. Then he lines up his cock, and the head nudges into the ring of my dripping sphincter. I groan, full-on guttural.“Mmm, fuck her tight ass for me.” My blonde beauty looks on in arousal as he holds my hips, thrusting back and forth in my wet ass. The ridge of his head stimulates on every push, my long dark ponytail swaying against my back. True to his word,. “Shit! Didn’t we tell you?”“No, you didn’t. I suggested a ‘Tarzan and Jane’ session to Julie last night, and she mentioned it then.”“Oh god! I am SO sorry, Jon - I thought that you knew; I presumed that Adrian had told you that last weekend in Clifton.”“Nah. So how about spilling the beans now?”“Well, you remember you told us that you and Sian went to watch a porn film, and there was a bounty hunter chasing a cowboy whose girlfriend worked in a brothel?”“Did I tell you? Yeah, I remember the.