”I couldn’t put a face to the name Jay Calhoun, but I vaguely remembered him as one of the hillbillies. If Mrs Gibbons hadn’t said it was an acc...ident, I might have suspected that Jaymon Solassie had happened to him.“Obviously we’re concerned about such an accident occurring on the premises,” continued Mrs Gibbons. “If anyone saw the accident or knows anything about it, please could they see Vice Principal Hinterberry.”The morning was relatively mundane. The whispers were targeted at Jay Calhoun. Touching yourself was completely out of the question, unless you were bathing. So, early one morning I was feeling a little hot and horny and decided to try it out to see what I was missing. I had always wanted to see what it was like but had only gotten as far as being a little curious. For some reason whenever I had even thought about doing it in the past, it felt dirty and wrong and I would feel very uncomfortable with it. Plus, due to my upbringing, I was afraid that I was going to be. “What about your hubby?” I ask, remembering what she’dsaid about him.“Fuck him,” she says.“No thanks, not my type,” I smiled at her.She continues to rub my bulge eventually unzipping myjeans and pulling my hard rod free from its bonds. Shestarts jacking me off and my head falls back against thecouch, as it feels so good. Without any warning her headdrops to my crouch and she takes me full in her mouth.She started sucking on it like she was hungry for. “I know you are trying to do your best but it is a fine line we walk. We need to be vigilant but we cannot trample on the few rights the people have been afforded. One of the most important rights I’ve tried to return to them is the right to feel safe and secure in their homes and in their person. While someone resides here, I ask them to treat this dwelling as if it were their home. Those are the exact words I used, I believe, to Mistress Burbridge: ‘Make the castle your home.’ I did not.