It’s just that it felt well nice having a cuddle with my mate under the duvet with my cock all boned up.I said, “If…if my ex-bird was here now, ...ou know what I’d do?”“What?”“I’d…I’d do this.”And I moved closer and I kissed Dermot on the lips. Fuck, I thought: that’s it. I’ve gone too far. What made me do that? I dunno. I just did it. Spur of the moment like. Like it was an overwhelming urge to do it. Don’t know why I did it and now I felt…I was horrified. I panicked and I pulled myself off my. "I'd like to take a whip to that scoundrel myself", he concluded."No need for that, Mr O'Toole - Gwendoline pretty well flayed him alive once we turned the tables on him - thanks to our arsonist friend here!"Over lunch Gwen mentioned her dream about Mrs Travers being about to whip her and that good lady vigorously protested her total refusal to lay so much as a finger on her even if paid by Gwendoline to do so."I only do it for John here as a favour now and again - except this morning when I. Do you know how hard my cock gets with Michelle nearby all the time, or some of the other whores in the school?”“Hold me up against the wall and gape open my pussy until I piss from all the pleasure, Massa,” she screamed out. “Call it fate you got the shower room. I’m such a fucked up girl. I shouldn’t be calling you Massa, or having you call me a nigger, but it makes me so wet.”“That’s right, you’re fucked in the head. You are enjoying your life, your way, and using the freedom given to you to. He wasn’t so sure about it but Angela assured him she was pretty. He hoped she was seeing as Angela was too but seeing as he knew Angela was, he wasn’t too concerned. The week passed, he did his thing, and so did everyone else. Wednesday morning started out fine and out of nowhere he got the call. “This is Spencer” he said. “Hiiiii Spencer, do you recognize my voice?” the woman on the other end asked, softly. It took him a minute as he tried recognizing the soft and gentle tones of her voice..