???Monday evening October 11th 2026 back at St. Catherine’s.?Katie my Diary. I didn’t know what to expect on our return. Of course, there were no ...flags or receptions for us and we slipped back into the routine almost as though we hadn’t been away. In the end I enjoyed my stay on the farm, not all of it, not things like mucking out the stables or chickens, but riding Tansy made up for that. The flexibility of our day helped too. If it rained we did schoolwork, if the sun shone, we went out for. His eyes, when they focused on her face, having travelled from her feet up, were the bluest of blues, clear and sparkling with mischievous crinkles at each corner. His clear skin looked permanently tanned, but not in the weather beaten way of a sailor, just of someone who spent a lot of time n the open air. He looked... healthy... yes, that was the perfect word.Somehow, she stammered out the question, what would he like and then felt foolish at her girlish incompetence. His voice dripped into. At least the ratio ofguys and girls would be changing, as there was little else she could dobut trust him, wanting to vomit watching him giggle like a crushingschool girl and then went out to get on the bus.Texting went back and forth as she tracked him being there another twohours and quizzed him in messages to make sure he was telling the truth.When finally she got home, he was fast asleep with his face wiped cleanand her dress hanging up neatly in his room, yet her bathroom looked awreck,. This caused her hairy cunt to catch his drunken eye. Licking the end of the wine bottle, he spread her arse cheeks apart and inserted the neck of the bottle into her vagina. ‘Please stop Sir, this is hurting me,’ complained Diana. ‘Shut your stupid mouth and open your cunt girl,’ growled the Landlord. He pushed the bottle further up the helpless girl’s cunt. The tapering sides of the bottle, were stretching her vaginal walls painfully. ‘Please Sir, it’s hurting me,’ she sobbed as he continued.