Headmaster: Aftermath

"Mild disciplinary action, then. All in favor?""Aye!"The chorus of male voices around the table was surprisingly ferocious, with every single one of them chiming in. Their demeanor wasn't much better, where Swan sat stone-faced, Viehmann was profusely perspiring, and Evans seemed strangely interested in the chandelier above."It is decided, then. The meeting is over. Those with duties elsewhere, please sally forth."Even Goodfellow himself sat with a strange stiffness to his posture, with Schlag of the Disciplinary Committee being unable to hide her puzzled glance as she, and about half those gathered, shuffled out the doorway. The doors shut with a finalizing bang, leaving behind a faint echo that vanished alongside the sound of footsteps outside."E-elegant..."Henderson cleared his throat, nodding several times where he sat. Bobby, the Physical Education teacher grunted, seemingly in agreement, and shuffled in his chair."Gentlemen, I believe we are in accord."There was a low pop, followed by a gentle slurping in the room. Viehmann visibly shivered, his hands clenching into fists on the great meeting table before them all. Swan's upper lip quivered as he let out a low, involuntary grunt, chest heaving as another audible slurp split the air."And I believe you can come out now, Mrs. Forger."A brief pause followed, then a shuffle against the soft carpet, with the figure of a black-clad woman eventually appearing. She remained on her knees as Swan turned his chair, his swollen member sticking out of his unzipped pants, and rolled in close with his chair."You have woven a network of allies, that much is certain." Goodfellow's voice rang out, the woman's mouth opening obediently as the Economics teacher presented his meaty glans for her. She sucked on him with gusto as, without a word, Viehmann stepped over to grab the hem of her dress from behind. "It matters not how many times I see them, I swear..." A collective drawing of breath occurred with the reveal of her massive breasts, though Yor simply continued her oral duties, red eyes half closed and eager. The wedding ring on her finger glimmered before it vanished into the long robes of the Master of Ceremonies, who visibly shuddered at the sudden treatment."Gentlemen, I propose we conclude our business here, and discuss matters afterwards..."Viehmann sunk to his knees behind the woman, one of his hands angling his member while the other slid under the woman's skirt and grabbed a handful of thick buttock, all with no small amount of veneration. The breaths of the men in the room growing audibly labored as they all closed in, some quicker than others, members either already hard and in their hands, or fumbling to rid themselves of pants."... when cool heads have a chance to prevail."-----Yor's Aftermath resolved! Had to go back and re-render the whole darn thing because I noticed a minor pose issue that annoyed the hell out of me, but here it is!Thank you everyone, so very much, for your support and kind words! Next Scenario vote will begin on the 8th next week, so keep your eyes peeled for that! Hope you're doing well out there, thank you again, and please take care of yourselves as well as each other!/DH