My wife loved to greet the little ones at the door, while I was behind the scenes making sure everything worked.The evening started as usual, with the...toddlers accompanied by their mothers around six pm. We would generally get about four of five of them sporadically for the first thirty minutes, which gave me time to fine-tune all the motion-activated props. The larger groups descended, starting about six forty-five and kept a steady pace until seven-thirty. From that point on, it was. She was certainly quiet, having been taught privately since a young age therefore having never mixed with people of her own age, or any age for that matter besides her staid, uptight father who had often beaten his own old fashioned and petrifying Christian beliefs onto her, made even more orthodox by the fact he was incidentally the man at the centre of the village, the vicar of the villages small parish. He’d taken her in when she was found on the doorstep as no more than a baby and he was. I added another dollop of spit as I retrieved the lube and squeezed the bottle above my dildo, stroking it to spread the lube until it was slippery and glistening. I returned the tip to where it was and slowly rubbed her asshole with it as it once again squeezed shut tightly. I was in the perfect position behind her, standing tall enough on my stilettos so that my cock was placed perfectly for penetration. I applied enough pressure to pop the head of my magnificent toy into her. She gasped in. Understand?” Lucy camps my head between her hands and moves my mouth over her aroused pussy. “Yes Headmistress. We’re ready.” I whimper into Lucy’s pussy as she counts each stroke. By the end of the twelve my dick has lost interest but my tongue is still buried in a very juicy pussy. Miss Lucy is visibly shaking with her excitement. “Hold him still while I ease his pain,” the Head instructs Miss Lucy. Now she starts rubbing my balls; thankfully not hit during the caning. The head snakes a hand.