.. well, a sort of business relationship really; not so much a social one. This is the first time I've ever visited the Hall."Once again, just for an ...nstant, Burgess looked confused. But it was only for a fleeting moment."Well happily there's plenty to do here, to keep one occupied until the..."Mr Burgess, I'm here to attend Lady Simpson's funeral, not enjoy myself. I don't find anything to be happy about, in her demise. I definitely will not be shooting today or any other day; I've never. I need it"I pushed his kilt up to his waist and held his hard cock, lowering myself onto it. He gasped, moaning my name softly in my ear. I had to fuck him hard and deeply, to let him feel me shake and squirm on top of his cock. I knew people would be looking for us soon or wondering if we had gone home so I took matters into my own hands. I rocked my hips back and forth, gyrating on his cock buried deep inside me. He pulled down my dress to expose my nipples and sucked on them as I rode him.. Use your girl voices - say'Susie please make us you pretty femboys!'"There it was, rock bottom. Even the frat brothers eating this up the mostwere set uneasy by that line. She really, really had something on them.They only hoped to never be in that situation themselves.Luke knew firsthand. He felt lucky that his makeover wasn't broadcastlike this one, or he might not have ever been able to show his face atthe school ever again.After a few seconds, Max spoke up first. "Susie, please make me. “Swish!”“Twenty-seven! Thank you Sir!”“Swish!”“Twenty-eight! Thank you Sir!”“Swish!”“Twenty-nine! Thank you Sir!”This was it, one more stroke, and then she would be free. As the headmaster set the cane aside to pick up the leather crop however, Sarah trembled with fright. Unlike the first stroke which was the easiest, the last stroke was always the hardest, and for reasons that would soon become clear. Pushing herself up from the desk, she turned around to lay on her back and drew her knees up.