Gerard took me to one side."Danny, do you have a Veston de dîner, a dining suit?" I was puzzled for a moment then understood what he was asking."A Di...ner Jacket? Is that what you mean?" Oui! A Dinner Jacket." No, not with me." Gerard nodded."Come with me." He took me down into the bowels of the theatre and led me to the Wardrobe. He quickly explained to the wardrobe mistress what was required and she eyed me professionally. Two minutes later she returned with a Dinner Jacket, trousers,. 'This was the point she had been dreading since getting into the chair, the stirrups were 18 inch apart at least, she would have to open her knees to reach, which meant her crotch would be open as well. Taking some deep breathes she placed a foot in each. She knew the boys immediately in front of her could now see her slit clearly, the rest would only see the top still.The teacher quickly moved to each foot and secured it with a broad strap so that both feet were trapped in the stirrups. He. " He said, "I know." He came to the back side of me and plunged himself deep into my pussy. He didn't even remove the tampon, he just plunged in deep. Despite the tampon, my pussy was already dripping wet. I swear that with each plunge, it got wetter and wetter. After a few plunges all that could be heard was gush, gush, gush. I was the wettest that I had ever been in my life. He was saying things like, "Oh God, your pussy is so good." and "I love this pussy." and "Your so wet, Bitch." and. In every small town, gossip is a way of life, and Clark Ford was no different in this regard. I, being a stranger was a subject of gossip, and at the same time, after a couple weeks in residence I was treated to some small tidbits of the town peccadilloes. Best place was the barbershop, followed by the station-service-bar-restaurant, but I did prefer the post office.I had spread the word I was looking for work, preferably something related to numbers, but accepted any other kind of work; since.