I knew then that whoever was behind all this was very, very clever, and very, very ruthless.”She snapped around and looked at a group of court scrib...s gathered near the army officers. “I took the tablet to the chief scribe and asked him if he could tell me which scribe had written it. At first he said that it was not possible to tell because each scribe is taught to make the same exact marks. But I insisted he look at the tablet. He studied it for but a brief moment and then said with. Once his ass had adjusted to the size of Baron’s cock, it felt fantastic.The feeling of his ass full of cock and the friction of the fucking made him say, “Yes Baron, fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck me hard.”And in the months that followed, Baron did. Baron liked for Abbott to strip naked so he could run his beefy hands over Abbott’s smooth muscular body while he drove his cock in and out of his smooth ass.When Abbott’s wife came to visit, she sensed a change in her husband, but she didn’t know what. Everything about it was erotic. After they said their goodbyes to the bull, they went to sleep, and then she was awoken in the early hour to being fucked by her husband in a frenzy, like a r****t and his orgasm was wild and his ejaculation the most powerful she ever saw.As they lay sweating and laughing, her giggling like a schoolgirl having just lost her virginity, she just remarked, "Wow I need to fuck more men regularly if it has this effect on you", and her husband agreed.So every Friday. For one bizarre and irrational moment, you imagine yourself on the way to Hogwarts or some other school of juvenile literature.Cautiously, you slide the prospectus for St Mabyn’s out of its protective envelope. On the first page, a stern looking Headmaster, Mr Wackford, welcomes you to the school.‘St Mabyn’s,’ you read ‘was constructed in the 19th century for the education of…’ blah blah ‘…extensive modifications in the 1950s and 70s…’ blah blah ‘…closed for ten years between 1986 and 1996…’.