It was a Wednesday afternoon when I received a call from Nigel Mann and he sounded pretty excited, "The headmaster has seen the video and he's calling Fiona in to school tonight, he knows all about you and the situation all you've got to do is bring her up again," he said.
"What about the other teachers?" I asked.
"The headmaster told me to show him the video first as he wants some time on his own with her, I'm giving the videos to the others when they finish tonight so maybe they'll be convinced by tomorrow," he said.
"Ok no worries she'll be there," I said and hung up the phone.
During the day I didn't see Fiona take any phone calls and it wasn't until five to five that she rang me and told me that the headmaster had requested she be at the reception at seven o clock that night.
"Do you think it's about what happened on Friday night?" she asked sounding worried.
"No I wouldn't worry whore," I told her then hung up my mobile and waited for her to come down from her office.
On the way home I asked her what the headmaster had told her the meeting was about and she told me it was to discuss Alice. I instantly knew that Nigel was behind that as we'd agreed that in order to get her there Alice her daughter would be the excuse.
"I'm not too sure about going to the school tonight," she said as we pulled up at her house.
"How can you not go when the school request you, you could get in serious trouble with the local authorities if it is concerning Alice and you don't attend when requested," I told her as I headed in.
"Yeah I know," she said begrudgingly.
Now Fiona dressed in a pair of trousers and a sensible fitted blouse with a bra underneath, obviously the headmaster hadn't given her any orders on dress as he didn't want to alert her to his real motives. We pulled up at the main car park and used the visitor slots in front of reception to park in and then headed inside.
We stood in the large reception area for maybe five minutes until we heard a door open and close from up the corridor on the left that lead to the staff room and the headmasters office. A tall man then came in to view from round the corner and he strode towards us with a big dirty grin all over his face.
He held out his hand to me and winked, "Hi I'm Clive Ringrose the headmaster here pleased to meet you, and you are?"
"I'm Fiona's son in law, I'm here for a bit of moral support," I said smiling back at him.
"Fiona," he said, "We've met plenty of times haven't we?" he said smiling at her and then openly looking her up and down which caused Fiona to shift uncomfortably, "Now if you'd like to follow me to my office," he said turning on his heels and heading up the corridor to his office with Fiona between us both.
We followed him in to his office that was fairly small with two seats either side of his big desk and swivel leather chair, in the corner was a set up stand with a TV and dvd player on the side. He motioned us to take the seats with Fiona nearest the TV.
"Now I'm not going to beat around the bush, or maybe I will do a bit later," he said laughing to himself, "So I'll just get on with it," he said.
He picked up the TV remote on his desk and pressed a button aiming it at the TV and the room was soon filled with the sounds of Fiona's deep moans as we all turned to watch her getting a good seeing to from Alice's teacher Nigel Mann.
Her face dropped as it dawned on her again what was in store that evening and she turned to look at the headmaster Clive whose eyes were glued to her. "Now I think you'll agree Fiona that that sort of behaviour is totally unacceptable with one of your daughters' teachers, wouldn't you say so?" he asked staring at her intently.
"Yes I agree, but...." She agreed and then went to plead her case to Clive but he held up his hand stopping her dead.
"No buts Fiona, as headmaster of this school I cannot tolerate such slutty behaviour towards my staff by parents, not unless I'm getting some of that behaviour directed in my direction," he said as a big smirk spread across his face," Do you follow what I mean Fiona? I know you're not stupid as you wouldn't hold that good job of yours," he said still staring at her from across his desk as the sounds of her coming on Mr Mann's cock filled the room from the dvd player in the corner.
It was obviously well known at the school that Fiona held a respected position on a lot of money at her job, or so people thought unless they knew how things had panned out for her recently it was easier for the school to think that of her.
"I follow what you mean Mr Ringrose," Fiona said looking at him and then at me knowing full well that I would allow her to be taken in front of me again.
"Don't look at him for support, from what Nigel has told me he's your son in law, is this true Fiona?" he asked seeming to enjoy asking Fiona embarrassing questions.
"Yes it's true," she confirmed which made him smirk again.
"What would Alan say Fiona, I assume he doesn't know?" he asked.
"No he doesn't know," she confirmed.
I then added in from the side, "Not yet anyway," which caused them both to look round at me, Fiona's face looking nervous while Clive's smirk was still etched on his round face at Fiona's lack of control against me and her unwillingness to challenge my threat of telling Alan about her behaviour.
"Well if you know why her Fiona and you're not stupid I suggest you begin by standing up and taking your clothes off, and I mean all of them and pile them on my desk," he said smugly.
Fiona was so well trained and been in this position enough times now to know that she wasn't going to be leaving her without taking his cock so she stood up pushing her chair back at the same time so she could step back from the desk a little. I shifted my chair a bit more to the side of the desk so was out the way and could watch her humiliating strip.
She began with her more conservative blouse that was fully buttoned up and once she'd removed that and was stood in her black expensive bra Clive told her that she had fantastic tits and told her to lose the trousers next. She unfastened her clasp at the front and popped her button open before sliding down her zipper revealing a hint of the frilly material at the top of her knickers. She bent over to unbuckle her shoes so that once she'd kicked them off her trousers fell to the floor around her ankles; she bent down and retrieved them off the floor and then placed them on Clive's desk with her blouse.
Her black frilly knickers were French style and had lovely little red bows in the middle at the top and on the side at her hips.
"Turn around," Clive instructed her.
And on the back another red bow was on her knickers just at the small of her back, the back of the knickers were a thin material whilst the front section that did little to cover her thin landing strip of pubic hair had a small flowers in a tight pattern all over the front.
"Put you heels back on," Clive instructed her from his seat again.
She placed her shoes back on and then stood in front of the desk as Clive took a moment to admire her, "Fucking gorgeous," he said smiling to himself again, "Lose the bra," he said.
Looking down at the floor she reached behind and popped the clasp and her bra fell forward and she bought her hands back to the front with the ends of the bra in her fingers and caught it as it fell from her wonderful big breasts. She dropped it on the desk in front of Clive and then stood back so that he could look at her big hanging breasts and large dark areola sporting big cube nipples. Clive lifted her bra and rubbed it in his fingers and then found the label and looked at it.
"Thirty six double fucking EE's," he almost shouted as he looked at her and gave her a lecherous smirk before he threw her bra back on the growing pile of clothes, "Now for the main event," he said holding his arms out in an exaggerated expression to emphasis his point, "Lose the knickers," he said.
Fiona hooked her fingers in the thin elastic at the top and began to roll them down when Clive stopped her, "Turn round and bend over as you peel them down," he said.
She turned and hooked her fingers in the elastic as before and began peeling them off her bottom and when she was half way over her cheeks she slowly bent forward and continued to roll them down. First her puckered little arsehole that had been abused by Nigel came in to view and then as the gusset of her knickers peeled from the damp folds of her wonderfully shaved cunt flaps came away she pushed them down her legs until they were round her ankles.