She, like all the young prefects, had been taught thoroughly how tohandle the genitalia of young boys. At the age of fifteen she was an expert,not onl... in the physical handling of all of the young schoolboys, but alsoin verbal humiliation. She was one of twelve prefects who had all been chosen because of their aptitudeand… in the experienced view of Miss Marchbank, the vital ingredient… theirstunning beauty. Miss Marchbank had long since discovered the extra control a pretty girlcould exert. Called, as she was. She came to our house. On her entrance, she slipped and fell. I laughed so hard and she was embarrassed.I went and held her shoulders and put her up. She looked into my eyes and I smirked.Oh yeah, I’ve grown naughtier these days. Truth be told.**fast forward**She cooked lunch along with my mother.It was time and we all set on the chairs to have food. She sat directly in front of me, besides my mother.Then the escalation started. Her legs were near mine, without her. Wearing panties wasn’t on my list, but I wasn’t about to argue. Fun is fun after all. I stripped and pulled the panties on. They were standard panties, but still barely contained my balls and the only way to get my thick seven inch cock to stay in them was to aim it to one side. Pam still wore the same loose cotton dress she’d been wearing all day. She had me lie down on the queen sized bed while she secured my wrists and ankles with some of my old neckties. “Don’t go anywhere, Timmy,” she. Minutes past, a trap door opened nearby his raised ass and the nozzle made its appearance in one fluid movment.40 inches long, several expanding bumps along it length. The tip had four tongue like spikes that moved in and out . It’s evil look made him gasp.The speaker then ordered him to expect the insertion within moments . The tips began squirm its spiked tongues seeking the entrance to his his asshole insertion point. The four tongues lapping out in search of his quivering anal ring. One.