She was on the floor opposite his desk shouting out the order of files alphabetically turning round with each shout.Stop he said and face me.She had h...r back against the wall and her legs stretched ,closed in front of her.She reached for each file.He told her to squat and keep them on top of her thighs to save time.She knew well that the bottom of her dress was hanging loose to the floor and he could see right up her dress past the white flesh at top her stockings to the lace pants she had. The beating Giselle could take, but the denial of food was a much more serious affair. She held out for a week, stealing titbits from some of the others, but she soon started to become weak.Eventually, it was either fuck the dog or die. That was her choice and she could take or leave the offer. Her hatred for the Turk grew to know no bounds. She had to do it.Magnanimously, Sake allowed her a few days to recover from her enforced starvation. He remarked that she should get to know the dog while. Nosense in making them resentful or suspicious." Yes, Dear," I said meekly.That night, I told Irene and Dolores about our conversation, and thethree of us had a good laugh over it. The little twerp was so confidentof himself that he actually thought I was going to get rid of my twooldest and closest friends just to please him! Actually,-our plan wasjust getting on track.You see, I did have a friend in the D.A.'s office, but she was just afile clerk there, and actually, she was more Dolores'. She wore a crimson and green tartan skirt whose pleats ended at the hemline above her mid-thigh. She had white, knee-high socks under her patent leather Mary Janes with three-inch heels. She looked like every sixteen-year-old’s fantasy. And she was standing in my office. ‘Professor, I’m not sure you remember me, but I was in your class last Spring.’ I stood up to stand in front of her. She looked up at me through the open doorway. If she wanted to play act a little bit, I wasn’t going to stop.
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