0069 has been sehr busy!!!
It proved very hard to penetrate the homosexuals, behind the staffroom door, 0069 discovered, but she kept trying.
0069 found that known details of the size of individual Aberdeen male's sexual equipment and their preferred sexual practises (eavesdropped off The Non Academics Group, in the corner of the staffroom by the window overlooking the yellow motorcycle parked outside the GP room - as they discusssed, at morning break, having sex with their various lovers and toyboys the night before) could be traded.
0069 was, in this manner, able to get the poofters to open up and give her what she wanted.
0069 has confirmed that Mrs K DOES have a Roman toyboy on the go, at Ma Cameron's on Saturday afternoons and that Mrs K WAS pregnant by him, but was given a morning-after TRIPLE DOSE by an understanding Mrs S from her wee cupboard in the wee corner of her wee office.
0069 has discovered new information: that Mrs We is serially unfaithful, with a string of lovers getting under her tennis skirt but NONE of them being kept for more than one year.
Getting inside Mrs S proved easier. FAR EASIER we are told by 0069.
All that it took was for the Neighbours' fan to feign enthusiasm for towing a 14' two-wheeled, rear-bathroomed mobile sex parlour for 7 hours behind a hired transit van before spending the next six weeks in the same place, the exact same place, year after year after year, in a packed shanty town kindof housing estate place, frequented by the same vowel-elongating, shaven-headed, barely-educated retards from Leeds and other similarly-sophisticated Northern metropolitan areas, tipping out, on a daily basis, buckets of shite into a pit full of other peoples' floating, flyblown, maggot-taken turds, to get DEEP INSIDE Mrs S.
Was any of the sexblog about St Anonimous actually TRUE??
Nobody would be told...HONEST... 0069 vouched while surreptitiously switching on her 60-minute-duration digital recorder!!!
Well...if it won't be passed on, or spread about...just between you, me and the noble staffroom door.
THE WHOLE FUCKING THING IS FOR REAL FROM START TO FINISH.
God she regrets telling THAT BASTARD half of what he knows. She's never been able to KEEP HER MOUTH SHUT. Mrs K doesn't know yet that he's hardly scraped the surface.
He hasn't used any of the REALLY JUICY stuff...YET... Mrs K doesn't know what they're up against...Mrs K can't be told that THE BASTARD will never back off...HE NEVER does... Mrs K can't get to find out that NO ONE CAN STOP HIM...THAT MRS S HAS TURNED HIM INTO A MONSTER...THAT HE IS OUT THERE CIRCLING...
YES it's TRUE that the Asda shopper was fucked.
YES it's true that the retiring OneManWoman was shagged by a stud paid for by the staffroom palz.
YES it's true that the unmarried women are all dykes or call-girls.
Yes it's true that the Sixth Form see it as a badge of honour to fuck the fuckable male teachers.
Yes Mrs Hasson was bedding half the university while Mr H was pounding the pavements.
Yes Miss Casey shares a double bed with her bidie-in.
Yes the Jannie asked Mrs S about her contraception and worked his tall way into her knickers.
Yes the spinster Heedie was being rutted by her 'gardener' and had to flee when things turned nasty at the school.
Yes Mr Robb fucked Mrs McCabe AS WELL AS the HEAD GIRL.
Yes the technician bloke had his leg over the girls.
Yes Mr Robb was seen masturbating in the pegs and nothing was done.
Yes Mrs We has men exploring under her tennis skirt ALL YEAR LONG.
Yes Mrs S flashed her knickers at The Colonel in the staffroom after he put his hand on her bra strap in the school office.
Yes Mrs S took her knickers off and sat, spread-legged on The Colonel's office table, next to the pilot figurine, and made him wank into his handkerchief.
Yes Mrs S still has regular sex with The Colonel.
Yes Mrs S got fanny warts off the canoeists on the island.
Yes Mrs S has imbalanced hormonal stimulation and she can't suck enough COCK.
Yes Mrs S noticed her clitoris was growing, after her ex narked about her voice getting deeper and very manly.
Yes Mrs S WOULD have grown a dick and turned into a LADYBOY if they hadn't managed to catch her in time and saturate her with huge doses of HRT.
YES Mrs S has chalked up 150 FRESH men since her FRESH START.
Yes she's given them all full, penetrative, unprotected sex.
No Mrs Stater can't stand condoms and NEVER lets the man use them.
Yes Mrs S has fellated them, every last one of them, continuous, for an hour, easy.
Yes Mrs S has swallowed most of the cum that's been shot into her gob.
Yes, Mrs S was fucking the black-moustacheoed rally driver with when she fucked up the exams and got 41%.
Yes Mrs S was reprimanded for incompetent exam marking.
Yes Mrs S avoided completing her teaching practice in one of her subjects and remains only partly-qualified.
Yes Mrs S got the Heedie sacked when she started quizzing her about her crap exam results.
Yes Mrs Shits gives Mr K GOOD HEAD, once a week, in the office clerk's toilet during Staff meetings when Mrs K is engaged with him pretending to be in the school to see his wife about something.
Yes Mrs Shits told Mrs S that Mr K lets the drips, after she's sucked Mr K off and she's cleaning her teeth with her tongue, fall into the sink and flushes them away so that he can, if necessary, say: 'Watch my lips. I did NOT have SEX with THAT woman'.
Yes Miss May uses SEX to control Miss Wh.
YES...ABSOLUTELY YES...Mr D has been stuffing Mrs DC for 15 years...AND STILL FUCKING IS!
0069 recorded the entire confession, we are delighted to report and copies have been made, distributed to all members of Sixth and stored for posterity.
PEARL HANDLED REVOLVERS
Mrs S has back teeth, yer know!
She's not just a permagrinning Auntie with a pair of still-decent 36Ds on top of a womanly arse and a generously-shared orifice or three!
NO, Sir!
The Highest Commission Earning Barclaycard Promotions Assistant in AB10 (or AB25, for that matter) was able to take the following one-way conversation down, verbatim, in shorthand, while in strategic hover, bent right over her 36" leggies (risking snapping the full-stretch elastic holding her string up and in imminent danger of having the miniscule red thing land at her, shapely ankles) with her ear at the keyhole, outside the Jannies' downstairs bothy/personal space.
'Well, all I can say then, is that THE LAW IS AN ASS!
What are we to do then, do YOU suggest, pray tell, ME AND MY THREE BUDDIES, plus Christ knows how many of those that have flocked to my succour in return for a bloody good suck, ehhhh!
Do WE just wait till THE BASTARD is standing at the bottom of the bed in the dead of night, under cover of gale, torrential rain and deep darkness, without warning and when least expected, clutching pearl-handled six-shooters in both hands??
Do we, all of us, just lie there, frozen in utter dread, knowing that our last sinful moment is upon us, while he stands there in kevlar armour, armed to the teeth with back-up blades and mace spray, in his gas mask with communication capability, repeating in his (pretty good) stage-American accent 'I LOVE the smell of WHITE PHOSPHOROUS in the middle of the night' from underneath his US Cavalry Cowboy hat?
Is THAT when we have to dial 999?
Is THAT when we find out that he's cut the phone lines, has switched off the electricity and is jamming the mobile phone signals?
What am I supposed to tell THE THREE OF THEM and THEIR HUSBANDS mightonebesoboldastoask?
YOU'RE ALL FUCKING USELESS! After ALL I have done for YOU and YOUR MATES!!!!
Oh...I know...YOU'RE TOO BUSY HARASSING SGT EROS TO BOTHER WITH THE LIKES OF ME ARE'NT YOU?
And catching drivers in from Suckie for the day going through the lights at Split The Winds on red, until the college-girl in the back seat speaks up for her Dad with a firm 'EXCUSE ME!!!! It was on GREEN when my Dad went through it!!!
Leave town, go into hiding. OVER MY DEAD BODY!
I'm puttiing the phone down NOW.
OMIGOD.
OMFG.
I've just realised what I've done.
I'VE JUST REALISED HOW IT'S ALL GOING TO END...
THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT!'
So, dear readers, you can see what a privately-educated St Anonimous girl, especially one blessed with 36" pins, can get when she bends right over!
Almost time to finish my contribution to the motley female tapestry which is life at our dear St Anons.
It will be for my suckcessor to update you all on this last item which is posted as a kindof breaking news thing.
Recently-acquired information suggests that we have been joined by a pederast.
PEDRO PEDERAST.
It is alleged, but not yet conclusively confirmed, that he was more than somewhat interested in red-surpliced choirboys while white-cassocked and playing with his organ.
On this note I commend you to next year's sure-to-be-scandal-laced issue of our noble kronekill of a typical year at St Anonimous School for Girls in douce and even Aberdeen, Scotland.
BE GOOD TO GARDENERS!
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