Jeffrey was only 5'-7" so this butler towered overhim.They were now in a living room or a receiving room as Jeffrey guessed. Jeffrey was asked to take...a seat.May I take your bag, sir?Uh, yes, uh sure. Wait a minute. Let me grab my laptop bag and thenyou can hold on to my suitcase. Jeffrey, suddenly realized how odd itwould be for him to drag his suitcase around a funeral home as big asthis one.The butler took Jeffrey's suitcase and left the room.This is certainly the Mac Daddy of funeral. After arranging for a few days off, I found myself meeting with the Headmistress of a small school, located in a 12th century castle. She was attractive in an austere way, mid-thirties, her black hair swept back into a bun. She wore a black, form fitting Bolero Jacket. She reminded me of Robert Palmer's backing singers. “Professor Kearns, do you find our offer acceptable?” she said, as I sat across from her massive desk. “Quite!” I replied, “But I must say I’m surprised that you singled me. They helped us kneel down, with our hands still cuffed behind us, and leaned us forward over the coffee table. I watched as they pushed our chests down onto the table. Bobby was pushed directly into where his cum was all over the top. The ladies all watched and Mary said that she found that very hot.Once we were bent over, our asses in the air, they all gathered behind us. I felt Cindy handling my balls. "Look how his balls are sort of pulled up. I think he was almost ready to cum." She handled. Which wasn't hard, Sarah still looked young enough to pass easily for a high school senior. Once the school had let out and the crowds died down, she walked up the two floors to the bathroom she had decided to use for this test. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had always considered herself one of the hottest girls in school, as she bloomed early, and had always been aware of the latest trends and styles to come to town, using that to stand out from the crowd. With her long brown hair,.