She wasn't sure what, and Lena wasn't saying anything about it. Strange.As usual, the next morning came much too soon.She had to leave early enough to...get to the light rail, and get to the theater on time. And she had to do so looking like a manager. What a way to start one of the few, precious, remaining days of summer vacation.Her mother dropped her off at the station, then headed off to work. Angel was a little nervous, traveling alone like that. Before the change, she had thought nothing. The plump girls arrived with knickers because she was unaware that they would be confis**ted .Each girl was fingered in the arsehole and cunt as was becoming more common for the entertainment of the viewing public and the caning began without further delay.As Meg finally got inside the door she could see the queue was only eight females long with six more at the pay desk not willing to be caned in such a humiliating manner. Besides $120 was easier to get hold of when Daddy was paying.Meg heard. "Please don't tell my folks, Barb! Please, I'll do anything!" I pleaded, panicked."Get out of my house, pervert, now!" she yelled as I scrambled to pull my pants up and run, stumbling through the door and down the hall. I managed to get my pants around my waist barely as I grabbed my bookbag on the way to the front door.I exited the house like it was on fire and ran down the sidewalk, still trying to get my clothes straightened out. I knew that I couldn't go to the bus stop in my present. She turned and hit the button to the 5th floor. Leaning back into the wall of the elevator, she waited still softly humming for the doors to open. ‘Ting’. The elevator doors opened, and Sarah quietly slipped out, heading down the corridor towards the staff kitchen. Inside she turned checking the level of the water in the kettle she switched it on and pulled a mug out of the washing up tray. She put two teaspoon’s of hot chocolate mix into the mug and picked up the sugar bowl. Dipping a spoon.