“Who are you and why are you here?” I asked.He mumbled, “I’m Adam Taylor. I’m in the lower 6th and...”“Speak up boy,” I snapped.“I�...�m Adam Taylor. I’m in the lower 6th and Mr. Bradley told me to come to see you... Oh, and he’s very angry.”“I see, well in that case go back to Mr. Bradley and tell him I will deal with you when classes finish at 5.00.”“Thank you Matron,” he said looking down.“Come back at 5.00,” I told him, “on the dot. Do not be late.” “Yes Matron.”“And before you go back to class. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum."I felt him pull out and then those big hands of his grabbed me and spun me around to face him. He pushed me down on my knees so I was looking his cock straight in the eye. I didn't need any encouraging cause this was the best part. I grabbed his cock and started to stroke him as I slid my mouth over the head. I had to really stretch my mouth open as wide as it would go to get it in, but I'd had plenty of practice. My other hand went to his balls and cradled them as I. He turned the chair so that I was facing that fucking window, squeezing my tits roughly, bending to suck my nipples with a hard mouth. It hurt. I squirmed and he laughed. "Let's see how much of a turn-on it is in real life," he said.He used the mouse to click on some of the videos I'd saved - tit spankings, clampings, whippings, guys forcing huge cocks down girls' throats. After a bit he grunted, winked at me, and opened the toolbox.I tried to sound angry. "That's enough. You've gone far. Master carefully keeps them from my view and he goes immediately to my pussy. Now, one last lesson and well be done with this. Sadly. He disappears from my sight once again. I tense up, wondering what form of hell Master will inflict on me next. But I dont have to wonder for long as I feel something being pressed into my pussy, stretching it. I moan in pleasure and feel something else being secured to my clit. I wonder what is going on, but am almost immediately rewarded with an answer as.