Which was just as sucky as the other room but let's not go through all that again. But none of it was as sucky as Headmaster Crotchety who not only di...n't offer me a seat but just went on and on about uniforms and standards and bitch-whores and nubile teen temptresses and enlarged members and Mr Carpenter wanking in the staff loos as if I hadn't had to stand and listen to Miss Crossface say exactly the same things. Rather than listening, I was busy trying to push the remote control, vibrating,. And it's noteverybody, it's mainly the boys! They like to look over an attractiveyoung lady - think of it as a compliment." This made me feel a little bitbetter, but I was very glad she was with me.Having my ears pierced was a little painful, but sitting down to have mynails manicured helped me relax. All this happened in a female zone withno boys around. No OTHER boys, that is; I realised I was starting tothink of myself as no longer a boy.We had a light lunch and I began to feel more natural. Pehli baar apni behen ki choot m lund ghusane ka anubhav shabdi m bayan nai ho sakta. M satve asman par tha. Mne fir ek jabardast jhatka mara or mera lund unki choot m puri tarah ghus gaya. Didi to tadapti machli ki tarah hil rahi thi or chilla rahi thi lekin unko b maza aa raha tha. M apne lund ko aagey piche karne laga. Didi k muuh se “aah aaahaaahh” nikal raha tha. Mne apni raftaar bada di or didi or zada arouse hone lagi. Ab vo bhi aagey pichey hokar lund ko andar bahar kar rahi thi. Pure. I put my right hand up Mistress’ uniform skirt and said to her, “You don’t need coffee Mistress.” I then rubbed my fingers over the crotch of her panties, and added, “You need your French tart on her knees, with her tongue out, as soon as possible.” I was taking a chance, by being so bold, but I thought that I’d learned enough about my Mistress by then to know what would make her feel better.Mistress released the breast that she was sucking, pulled her fingers out of me and sighed. “Yes,.