Lily was a little girl from the countryside. One day, her parents hosted John, a british tourist. At dinner, John said he was a teacher. Her parents complained how the village had no school. They regretted there was nobody to teach science or english to their little girls, and that villagers had no money to fund a school. John gave Lily a pensive look. Mentionned he often thought about moving out of Britain, move somewhere where he could do some good offering education to little girls … and boys of course. As her parents were saying they’d do anything to give their girls this kind of opportunity, he gave her a lustfull look.
Only one condition, he said : it would be a boarding school and villagers would provide food and goods. He’d have full freedom on the curriculum, and anything would go within the school. His law would be THE law. He would hold a public school the first year, to proove his skills and give time to build the school.
The first year, Lily learned about english, math, physics, biology, history. Teacher John was the best. He was always so nice the girls.
Once boarding school started, he added sex, service and housekeeping to the curriculum. Master John was Lily’s god.
A pregnancy later, at the first « special cooking » lesson, Lily had to disrobe. As the spike pierced her pussy, she screamed.
John wasn’t a saint, he was a cook, and finally had his own pantry.