" "Yes, Headmaster." She choked back some late tears. "Good miss Foster. Now return to class." The door opened and out stepped a girl who looked to b... in her late teens, like Grace. She was wearing the school's uniform, consisting of a green and blue plaid skirt that hung similar to Grace's; just above her knees... maybe a little shorter. Grace wasn't happy with the fact that she couldn't see the results of the beating she took at the hands of the Headmaster. However she did find the girl. My fingers traced her cheek, her eyes and then finally her lips. I felt her gently biting my finger tips. Wow this was a possible hint. I moved further and my fingers cupped around her boob. First she tried to get away, but then as if by magic yielded to my touch. My fingers by then had already started tweaking her hard right nipple. She was infact guiding my hand, where to caress. When again I touched her lips she was passionately kissing my fingers. All the time she remained bent, partly to. He reached between my legs and grabbed both my cock and balls. He only squeezed a little. Enough to cause me to cry out. He jerked my cock and balls around, then jacked my cock a bit. Then I felt a finger thrust into my asshole a bit. Just enough to explore about. Then he pushed it in further – all the way. It felt good and I told him so. He wiggled the finger and turned it this way and that, causing me to coo, then moan. My cock became hard, and then harder as he began to move his finger in. He grabbed the sides of my head and began unloading globs of his tasty spunk, the taste and enjoyment was so intense I began to feel my pussy clench, I moaned and mewed as I drank down his manly juice, squeezing my thighs together. You love it don't you. Say it loud. Ohhh yess, I do < i love swallowing your cum. Then I will keep it steady for you. How about you suck me off morning noon and night everyday and more when the wifes away. Yes please. Now come with me into my basement and I want to.