To cut the story short – and get to the good bits, we did indeed moveto my place. I had a strong suspicion that my erection had become petrifiedand ...bvious was not the word as we entered the house. She put her hand to thefront of my trousers and and looking into my eyes, smiled that smile again. "Been a while Robert?" "Nice girls don't fondle a man until they've been given permission. Thatmakes you a naughty girl, and naughty girls have their bottoms bared and smacked.Smacked hard." I said with. “I never saw a nine by six before!”He blushed and his face got beat red again.“How far can you shoot?”“Isn’t that a funny question? Are you gay?”“Hell no. I just like to have fun.”I took the situation in hand. I grabbed his erect cock and started stroking.“What are you doing?”“I am, with your permission, going to jerk you off and measure the distance you can shoot your jizz. “Your cook feels bloody awesome, so hard but yet so soft.”He looked down at his cock and my hand stroking it and gasped,. Since the neck line was deep I had to pull it up to make sure my cleavage is hidden. He being tall and huge got the advantage of taking the view. After some time he stopped troubling me to which I thought that he has given up. It was an overnight journey so I decided to take some sleep as everyone in the bus was fast asleep. While I was sleeping, I could feel pressure on my boobs again and again but I ignored. After few minutes the pressure on my boobs increased. I opened my eyes to find. 'Uniform' would seem to imply sameness and equality. But reflecting a stubbornly resistant class system of the British Public School, the uniform was a badge of authority and cause for and method to debase a student in a lower class.Case in point was Ursula Upton who was a 14 year old second former who had the misfortune of arriving at Gatwick Public School on the very day of the Board of Governors' Conference. Ursula was from good family, as they say, and she expected to be treated like a.