— The headmaster was away for a couple of weeks at a conference in Brighton and Wicklow reasoned that as his deputy he was entitled to the use of hi... office. The headmaster hadn’t actually said he could, but then again he hadn’t said he couldn’t either. It was much bigger than his, with a much better view. He stood by the window, hands behind his back watching the trees swaying in the gentle breeze and the cows grazing the pasture on the far side of the river. Yes, this would do very nicely. Now the minutes were passing by like days, I was so impatient that I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I even called off work the next day just so I could see the aftermath of my meddling. I should’ve known that no matter how drastic my changes were I wasn’t going to see them unfold in the span of a single day. What I did find out however was that there were no fucking tenants, the bitch lied to me. They still had the open house sign out in the lawn. To think I could’ve been living in my. "Maybe you could take some nice horny pictures of us, Candy," Ellen said, "We’ve only got our wedding ‘photo’s haven’t we Trish?" Tricia agreed with her and I said that it was fine with me. By the time we’d finished our lunch the weather had taken a turn for the worse and it was now raining so I suggested that we’d be better off in the lounge. The white leather sofa, terracotta rug and striking abstract painting provided a pleasing setting and I started with some nice demure shots of the two. .. fuck a schoolgirl,“ he panted.„And now you are, Master,“ said Kim. She sounded almost happy. Probably on account of the Champagne, he thought. She felt so light and lithe; so agile. Even though Quentin's weight was crushing Kim down, she was managing to wriggle ecstatically.Quentin began, after some five minutes, to ram a little faster.Oooh... you've hooor... hhhaaaahhh... g-got... a... aaahhh... hhhuuhhh... hhooorr... lovely... tight cunt... girl... „ he panted.„T-Thank you, … thank you,.