Olafson and Mr. Elhir you report to the school nurse and are back here as soon as possible. I will contact the nurse to see when you are done. Should ...either of you even so much as raise a fist against the other, be prepared to face trouble you could not even dream about in your worst night mares.”I was not sure why he wanted me at the Nurses office, but there was no sense arguing with Mr. Walters.We walked side by side down the corridor and I had the distinct feeling of being watched. Sigvard. I asked him what happened. He did not say anything, he dragged me to edge of the cot by holding my two feet as widened as I could with two hands. It was an embarrassing situation for me as I was naked. He made me to sit at the end of the bed with widened legs and started again clitoris biting session, this time I could not resist myself and hold his head and started pressing with boobs.He became mad dog with that. Now again the man hood started getting erected which I could sense. He made me to. It wasn’t the first time she had done so but on previous occasions it was to satisfy her own carnal, feral needs. She chose the Goth look that they knew Ferman liked. Heavy black boots, fishnet holdups, a micro-short and ragged black skirt, a tight leather t-shirt, her hair shaped and gelled. She wore black lace, fingerless gloves and a few chains, nose and tongue studs. She lifted her skirt to see her naked cunt with a temporary tattoo that read ‘whore’ above it. Looking in the mirror she said. And Cien Fraser didn’t cry. He threw his arrogance around himself like a cloak, wrapping himself tightly in it. ‘You’ll ne’re get her back like that, my young Laird,’ Henry said from the foot of the table. Cien spun around and glared at the old man. He was greeted with a newspaper that covered Henry’s face completely. ‘What nonsense is this that you speak old man?’ Cien demanded. Henry sighed, and folded the newspaper before setting it down in front of him. ‘The Lady Regan, my laird. She.