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Reynard Fox was twenty five and stood a shade over 6' and quite good looking in a rugged sort of way, he had been janitor at the girls finishing school for almost three months now and the expectations he'd had when he first landed the job hadn't disappointed. It was the same anyplace where there were lots of girls in one place, Here, there were around fifty girls aged from 18 to 22 to choose from. There were always several who couldn't resist a dick between their legs and it had only been a matter of hours before one came knocking on his door. Once he had taken care of her it was common knowledge among the girls that if they had needs , Fox was the goto guy, day or night. He also had the advantage of being allowed in the girls's rooms at any time to fix an emergency.
Reynard hated his name and would only answer to Ray, Fox or sometimes Foxy except when one of the teachers called him by his full name. He often saw the one girl he wanted walking in the grounds, often alone and he began formulating a plan. First he needed to get close to her to find out more about her. The only problem was, each time he approached her she would walk away in the opposite direction as though she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. WHY?
Reynard Fox was twenty five and stood a shade over 6' and quite good looking in a rugged sort of way, he had been janitor at the girls finishing school for almost three months now and the expectations he'd had when he first landed the job hadn't disappointed. It was the same anyplace where there were lots of girls in one place, Here, there were around fifty girls aged from 18 to 22 to choose from. There were always several who couldn't resist a dick between their legs and it had only been a matter of hours before one came knocking on his door. Once he had taken care of her it was common knowledge among the girls that if they had needs , Fox was the goto guy, day or night. He also had the advantage of being allowed in the girls's rooms at any time to fix an emergency.
Reynard hated his name and would only answer to Ray, Fox or sometimes Foxy except when one of the teachers called him by his full name. He often saw the one girl he wanted walking in the grounds, often alone and he began formulating a plan. First he needed to get close to her to find out more about her. The only problem was, each time he approached her she would walk away in the opposite direction as though she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. WHY?
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