“Now let’s take a proper look at you” the head said, grasping my boyish cock firmly at the base as he delicately cupped my furry little balls within his other palm and squeezed them gently. At that, the headmaster departed. XXX Miss Bolton will conduct your training and will call on you at 10am sharp. I suddenly felt something much bigger than the headmaster’s fingers pushing ardently against the opening of what I now thought of as my boy cunt and I could here him utter a low groan as he tried, unsuccessfully, to penetrate my bowels. The headmaster told me that, if it hadn’t been for his intervention, then the police would certainly have taken it further. In one movement, the head pulled my trousers and pants down so as I was standing




















