He waved to a door on the left."Leave your clothes with Lyssa, she'll keep them till you leave."I went into the small room and found said Lyssa, an ol...d woman with short red hair, smoking a cigarette she held between her wrinkled, yellow fingers. I undressed and stacked my clothes in front of her. She glanced at my half-erect cock and smiled knowingly.The guard led me to the large door at the end of the hallway."Welcome to the realm of pleasure, little man," he said with a smile, turned a key in. , she wasn't given a break as she was lifted to her feet, bent over and she felt a young cock pushed inside her, his weight on her back forced her to her knees as he kept fucking her, holding her hips tight, giving her what she had been missing, another orgasm shot through her, the guy stopped and held still, " dam her pussys so tight and I can feel her tightening up even more" he started again, losing control, fucking her hard , as deep as he could " fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" he started emptying. " She leaned in and pressed her soft lips tightly against mine. Her kisses were sweeter than anything I had ever tasted before. I placed my hand on the back of her neck as the kiss carried on. The longer the kiss went on the more heated it got. After a while I could feel her tongue pressed to my lips. I opened my mouth and gladly let her in, pushing my tongue into hers, tickling the roof of her mouth. This must be French kissing, I thought. After our tongues danced around for a little while I. Smith and I had caned a week or so ago shuffled in looking very sorry for himself. He stood waiting to be told to speak.“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.