The young Deputy Head Mistress explained the situation to her.“Well, Melissa accepted the punishment, but, then for some reason, seems to have taken...exception to it and told her Form Mistress.” Jasmine Storey got up from where she was sitting on the edge of her desk and walked back behind her desk.“Miss Manson got her to write a statement.” She held up the A4 sheet in her right hand and watched as the Head Girl shook her head in disbelief.“She brought it to me and on inspecting Melissa’s bottom. "Now guide me in" I gripped his thick cock at its base. I could feel it throbbing and full of blood filled veins. I moved the head towards your cunt and rubbed it against your clit, you sighed and then begged him to push it in. I moved it up and down against the length of your pussy. I gripped him harder and more or less wanked him over your juicy cunt. Suddenly he pushed in, it caught me by surprise as I was still holding his monster and my fingers entered you as well. It was a good job you. Now, hidden from view, she couldn't resist reaching down and sliding her middle finger between her legs, allowing it to slide gently across her erect clitoris, and between those same wet lips that she had displayed so lasciviously so few moments ago. Her eyes closed with the sensation of her finger satisfying her need for physical contact, and the images of what she had just done filled her dirty mind. She asked herself what Jeff would want her to do next, and answered herself in a way that. He'll be unable to marry you two weeks from today." Oh poor Mr Markswell!" cried Gloria, turning to me with wide-open eyes of concern. "He was such a kind old gentleman, and a friend of my family's for a long time." And so," continued the man, rather snottishly but yet acting as though he were extemely polite, "You will now be getting married by Father Ruther. " Father Ruther?" Gloria questioned."Your unkle," he said to me, "has arranged everything. You're to go today to meet this Father.