Dear Jan-Love Ruth 2Ed

T—, the resident tutor?" "Yes, dear, that's his prick, every man has that, though some have it larger than others." "O yes, I know that, but have you seen it swell out when he talks to us girls, and leans over us to make us hold our pens right?" "Perhaps he is then thinking of our cunts." "I am sure of it, and especially of yours, for you are his favourite. If he were here now I know what he would like to do." "What?" "Just to get on top of you, and shove his prick into your cunt, and fuck you." I only laughed, and we soon fell asleep. On Sunday, a short time after, having a headache, I remained at home. I was not aware that anyone was in the house, until happening to pass Mr. T—'s room, he suddenly sprang out, caught me in his arms, drew me in, and closed the door. "Oh Mr. T—. Please let me go." "Dearest May, let me tell you how dearly I love you." And while he half smothered me with kisses, he gently drew me towards the bed. "No, I won't sit down — let me up — don't attempt to put your hands under my clothes." But he forced his hand up, and I felt his eager fingers exploring all my secrets there. "Mr ...»