I took my glass from Ms. Betty and drank a bit. “She said no man was that good in bed.”“Did you tell her that was just the foreplay,” I asked ...ith a shrug.“Yep,” Ms. Betty replied with a laugh. “Told her she should try to find out for herself.”“Maybe,” I replied with a devious grin.“Okay. Whew. Now, don't take this personally, but I don't go down on guys. I just don't.”“No arguments here. I'm as hard as I need to be,” I replied and then proved my point.“That you are. Let's start off slowly and. .Next morning I woke up late and get down in d hall for some breakfast everyone was done with breakfast I was alone left and I saw my sis in her nighty and strtd telling bad felling about her ,she was on phone texting someone and suddenly one idea clicked my mind and I made a fake wechat account ,i know she use wechat for chating and took her phone when she was busy in daily chores and saw her id and started messaging her from that nightFirst 2days she didnt reply me back as I was some stranger. After that first time he'd wanted my ass constantly. We bought plugs and toys, a lube injector and anal douche so that I could be ready for him whenever he wanted me. It wasn't unusual to wake up to the feeling of him sliding his thick morning wood into my welcoming rectum.That relationship ended, though, and I was left with only my toys to satisfy my craving to have my ass filled. I'd had several boyfriends since then, none of whom were interested in having anal sex regularly. There was one. Thank god no-one was near, because I was twisting and banging all over the place – gasping and crying out for sure.I was wet. Really wet and sticky! I moved to the toilet, probably for several minutes. Cleaning up my cum – I didn’t know that girls could produce that much – and feeling the sore weals on my bottom, realizing that, somehow, it was the pain of the caning that had brought me here. Then I remembered te matron’s odd remark concerning her absence for two days – I knew that she.