Yes, she kept herself beautiful, long blonde hair, round full tits, nice arse but an awful personality. None of us lower class boys thought much of he...r except for imagining her as our slave and fucking her endlessly and ruthlessly. Now I had the chance, I wasn’t so keen on it.?Compared to her, I’m a Mr. Average. 1.6 metres high, 62 kilos with short, dark hair and spectacles, I knew I didn’t stand out in a crowd and tended to shy away from company. ?In absolute silence, the headmaster finally. I didn't mind voluntary courtesy, of course, but I resented the sense of entitlement, the "princess" persona, the idea of obligation.Even so, I could maintain a facade of being just another pawn in the ladies' mental chess games. It had the virtue of making most women think that I'm harmless when I'm anything but. The last thing that I wanted was for my true nature to be revealed to all and sundry. I was a fairness fanatic disguised as something else entirely, a zealot obsessed with my own. He reached over stoking my hair then rested his hand on my thigh rubbing it as he pulled away. He raised his hand up under my dress moaning as he felt my soft thighs. I, I asked “are we going to the funeral home” (he was a Mortician) . “No I have a special place I like to go to: he replied. As he drove he raised my dress gazing at me with nothing but total lust I think he was drooling. And I know his cock was so hard I could see the outline of it pressing to his pants. OMG I thought as he. The sounds of sex had filled the room and ours was not the quietest either. I placed each of her legs in the crooks of my arms and help her up slightly as I slammed into her. I let 10 months of celibacy out on her eager twat, fucking it hard. Too soon I was ready to cum and pulled out to cover her body. She had other plans and quickly leaned down to take my load in her mouth. I pumped me cum into her mouth for almost a minute before I was done, she just patiently waited till I was finished then.