The staff at the school was largely aged between 50 and the graveyard. The staff room smelt of embrocation, full strength mints, and stale sandwiches.... Apart from Freda and one or two young married teachers there was no real female talent apart from Freda available. Most of the staff seemed to be approaching retirement age, and spent half their non-teaching time snoring away in arm chairs and sucking peppermints. The staff room had that kind of smell associated with old people's retirement. The sharp touch of a riding crop made me whirl around and gaze into your coolly amused eyes. You sat on a grey gelding looking down at me, you were stunningly dressed in a hunting suit of purple velvet and black boots. Raising your leg and sliding down off your side-saddle I saw your scarlet tights and petticoats. The sight of your well-turned ankles aroused me, looking up you smiled at me, it was both amused and lustful and you walked over to me. ‘I hear that you are good with the fillies?’. Holding his cock up, he leaned forward and lowered his ample nutsack in my mouth. As he rested his cock on my face I began working his balls with my tongue and pulling on them with my lips. I took both of his testicles in my mouth and began sucking hard on them as Herb moaned with pleasure. He was stroking his cock and grinding his nuts all the way in as I sucked and rolled them around my mouth with my tongue. I could feel his warm pre-cum on my forehead as he rocked back and forth on my. “Yes, indeed, Jill. You’re such a good girl. Open your legs more; I want to see your delicious, pink folds part for me and show me the opening to your carnal treasure chest.”My breath hitched when Michael slid a finger inside me while the vibrating wand worked its magic on my hard little nub. Even though my heart and my primal desire were now pounding in my ears, I still heard him say, “Good girl”; that praise, that approval. God, how was it possible? But those two words pushed me even further..