Headmaster Ritual
Next morning, imprisoned and under questioning in the enemy camp
I awoke to Mr. Greeves' touch. He lay behind me, one hand gently caressing my bottom, kneading the soft flesh, moving down slowly, his left hand on my hip, fingers pressing around the hard pelvic bone, gripping me firmly. I squirmed and pulled my knees up, pushing my bottom towards him as he explored further, between my bottom cheeks, parting them as he moved his hand towards my underparts. He slid over my anus, stopping...