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If you recall, it was Nurse Marge Pendleton of the Cavendish School for Young Women who introduced Charity Johnstone to Colchester Bryant. In exchange, the Headmaster of the Wilkinson School for Young Men agreed to find a young man to service the nurse's pussy. It was an unspoken agreement.

Ian Foster was eighteen-years-old and seemed to be a loner. One day while observing young Mr. Foster's class on the football (you Americans call it soccer) pitch, the headmaster was talking to the football coach while the boys took showers.

Apparently, there was some kind of fight in the shower room, the headmaster and the coach ran in to break it up. Among the culprits was Ian Foster. Although, the headmaster's focus was on break up the fight, he couldn't help but notice that young Mr. Foster's cock was dangling almost as long as his own.

He thought, he'd be perfect for Nurse Pendleton, and he could present it to Ian as punishment for the fight.

After the boys finished showering and getting dressed, the headmaster called them into his office individually.

It is immaterial for this story the punishment for the other participants. What's important is that Ian Foster was sent to the Cavendish School for Young Women. "You'll report to Nurse Pendleton and you'll accept whatever punishment that she deems appropriate."

"Yes sir."

When eighteen-year-old Ian Foster stood in front of Nurse Marge Pendleton he was surprised that he reported to her private home and not the nurse's office at the school.

When Colchester told her that he had a boy for her, Nurse Marge's panties were damp just thinking about it. In reality it wasn't something she could even imagine.

Ian was so disappointing. In those sleazy romantic novels, she confiscated from the girls, the lover was always tall and handsome; everything that little Ian was not.

"Mr. Foster do you have a girlfriend?"

"No ma'am."

"Do you masturbate?"

Ian Foster didn't say anything. He bowed his head and his face turned red.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed. All boys masturbate." It was then that Miss Pendleton asked the question that had become a tradition, "Mr. Foster, have you ever thought of tasting pussy?"

He was shocked, stunned, surprised. The truth was that when Ian Foster was looking at his "girlie" magazines and masturbating, that's all he thought about. Kind of.

On the rare occasions he was able to access a "dirty" movie, he was intrigued by men with their faces between a girl's legs. He didn't know what was going on there. But he was anxious and curious.

He didn't think about fucking girls; he didn't think about getting a blowjob. What would it be like to rub his face in some girl's bush?

"Ummmmm, I-I . . ."

Women's fashion had come a long way since Nurse Matilda Thayer in 1820. Nurse Pendleton wasn't on duty. Today she was wearing a knee-length skirt.

"I'm sure you thought about it when you masturbate. All boys do. Come here, get on your knees." She spread her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties.

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