CLP-188 The Headmaster by William St. Cyr Foreword ... - OpenDrive

Totally breathless, the two of them collapsed on the bed afterwards in a tangle of arms and legs. Frank
was in no hurry to disengage, and could feel the young woman's delicious young body still quivering and
shivering with pleasure as they lay with their organs soaking together.
"That was beautiful!" she told him, her voice filled with gratitude.
"When I took this assignment, they didn't tell me you were such a stud."
As Frank's limp penis oozily exitted from her dripping cunt, Elizabeth quickly grabbed it and spread the
excess cum over her fingers. With a teasing smile on her face, she began licking her fingers one by one in
a manner that left no doubt that she thoroughly relished the virile, salty taste of cum. "Mmmm, is that
delicious!" she told him, smacking her lips with satisfaction.
"Yeah, that's right," he told her. "Let's live it up tonight because we may not get the chance when we get
started on this operation."
"Okay," Elizabeth agreed. "Do you still want me to keep my stockings on?" she asked with a teasing
smile.
"I think you know the answer to that!" he replied.
Chapter 4
"Mr. Hopkins, how would you like to be in charge of disciplining eight young women?" As might be
expected, the highly unusual question was asked with a blush and nervous giggle.
When Frank heard that particular question addressed to him from one of the two young women seated
across from him, he knew that the unusual plan he and Elizabeth had worked out was starting to pay
dividends. In accordance with his instructions, Elizabeth had arranged to move into the apartment shared
by the seven other girls. Frank himself had taken an apartment one floor above them in the same
building, where he had spent the last few days discreetly keeping an eye on the girls in the hope that he
might detect some sign of Erica.
"That's a rather unusual question, I must say," he replied, pretending to be surprised.
As he spoke he avoided looking directly at Elizabeth, who was blushing and looking nearly as flustered
as her companion. Instead, he looked directly at the other girl, a platinum-blonde whose name was
Donna Gibson. She appeared to be in her late-twenties, and her form-fitting sweater and slacks revealed
a promising figure that merited attention. According to Elizabeth, Donna was more or less the ringleader
among the girls, and he was therefore not surprised by her presence.
"Well, when eight girls share an apartment, things can become a real mess," Donna explained. "Chores
don't get done, clothes get borrowed without permission, phone messages get lost, and so on. And
there's the manpower shortage, which means that there is open competition for any eligible male who
shows up."
Unseen by Donna, Frank winked knowingly at Elizabeth as he listened to the expected recitation.
Seated across from him, Elizabeth had crossed her pretty legs to display an amount of nylon apparently
calculated to remind him of their liaison a few evenings ago.