''Okay, let me see your work''. I handed her the sheet and she looked through it quickly. ''You can go now'' She said. ‘’Thanks miss,’’ I repl...ied before leaving the classroom quickly.I began walking home, the thoughts of my teacher still fresh in my head kept me hard. Trying to fix my pants so it was not as noticeable, I realised I had left my school blazer and shirt behind in the class. Hopefully she is not in the class anymore, I thought glancing down at the large stick-shape protruding from. But this time it was not the end of the cue stick rubbing my clit and ass crack through my panties. It was a very thick warm cock. I tried to pull away but I was up against the edge of the pool table readying to take my shot, I was pinned in.As the cock rubbed in and out along my lips the wetter I became. At this point I was nearly bent over at 90 degrees to the table and was not able to move forward or backward. From my right one of the wives of another couple came over to me and said to relax. ‘Well, your maidenhead has gone, that could be construed as irreparable damage of a sort. But you will soon grow to enjoy this feeling of fullness, Kitty. Embrace it.’ Kitty privately doubted she could ever take delight in having herself painfully split by an invasive length of hard flesh but she did not voice her thought. Instead she gritted her teeth and held her body stiff, waiting for the Captain to finish this ordeal. He maintained his small, focused movements up and down her. "How will I recognise this Samuel Braithwaite?" I asked John Stafford. "I have not met any member of your staff by that name." He will know you, and will make contact at an opportune moment."I was to travel part way to Manchester by stage coach, then walk the fifty or so miles from Stoke on Trent – a town en-route – to my destination. Stafford explained the reason for this mode of transportation."An unemployed former soldier could not afford coach travel. It costs a penny a mile even when.