I had to admit it, Laura was right. Jean was a dead ringer for Annie. She punctuated comments with the gestures that I had seen Annie use a thousand t...mes before. She gave the same slow smile and wink across the room as she caught my eye. She charmed the children by giving them the same grave attention I had seen Annie use with great success. The more I thought about it, the more confused I got. I started going over the past few months to see exactly what it was that attracted Jean to me. And. That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective reader opens to.A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably. After a few minutes of flogging Mr. Howard puts the flog back in its place and watches as his cum and fresh pussy juices run down Emma's inner thighs. He grins wide.Well I will be fucked. You are a pain slut. Aren't you bitch? I do not know what that means, Master she replies. He says. It means you get off on pain. Does your pussy throb when I beat you? MMM yes master she says. Did the wax hurt whore? Yes but it felt so good Master she replies. He laughs.. That is what a pain slut craves. I. Crawford snapped her fingers and the girls began spraying me fromhead to toe with the sweet smelling feminine spray again. "Stop it, stopit, you bitches!" After a couple of minutes they emptied the spray allover me, and my feminine underwear. Miss Crawford took the dress fromthe satin hanger and unzipped the back. "OK Jenny stop screwing aroundand step into your dress for us".Two of the salegirls grabbed my arms and pulled me over to the dress."NO, I'm not doing this, you can't make me wear a.