Finally, I broke the spell. "So you want to learn about boys?"She glanced at me, shyly. "Um, yeah." Well one of the first things you need to know is t...at boys can't take being teased," I said. "They want to get into your pretty little pants, and don't want to wait. So if you don't want to let them, its not a good idea to invite them back to your house!"Leanne was blushing furiously. "I know, I'm sorry," she stammered. "I was silly. Thank you for coming to my rescue yesterday!"She finally looked. I said that Charlotte had gone through some traumatic experience in France and that she hadn't had her period for about three months. He asked some questions, then asked her to step behind a screen. Chris, who understood what was expected, followed her behind it and helped her. Soon she appeared again, dressed in a hospital robe that ended just above her knees.Doctor Alsberg measured her height and weight, then had her sit on the exam table while he listened to her hearts and lungs, the usual. I splay her legs as wide as her skirt will allow. The hunger appreciates that Becky isn’t in a pencil skirt like so many other women in the office. It also appreciates the lacy and damp white panties Becky is wearing and the small amount of stubble around the mound. I was worried to eat out someone through a full bush. I hesitate, staring at Becky’s crotch through her skirt. I look up at Becky, and she still has barely moved. She’s reading without a care in the world. I lean in to try and lick. Should she press all of this cock up in him? Can Donald handle it? Is he in a good space right now? Emma wonders all these things as the game plays on.“Do you want all of me, cadet?” the Head barks at Donald. It adds to this whole situation and fantasy that the Prefect, his Master, never does use Donald’s name. He is like a non-entity, just there, bent over, for the Prefect’s pleasure.“Please, sir, more cock please,” Donald spills out. He is so in this place. In reality, he knows what is.