"Hello Jason, how are you?" Lizz asked with a smile."Great now that you've come, would you like to come in?" Jason asked stepping aside.Lizz walked in...and closed the door behind her looking around the place she gave a nod of approval before turning to look at Jason. "Here's the deal young one, we can either enjoy tonight, or you can agree to being my pet." Lizz offered.Jason cocked his head at her intrigued, "what does being your pet involve?" Jason asked.Lizz flashed Jason showing her pussy. The Brits were big on this "decorum" bullshit, especially upper class, double-barrelled French ones like Marchant. The girl replied simply by bowing her head even lower and staring at Owen's feet. Girl number two stood, opened the door to Marchant's office and knelt with her hand extended indicating he could enter.Owen tried to look as relaxed as possible on entering Marchant's office. It wasn't easy. The office was huge; bigger than Owen's entire flat in Southwark. It was paneled in some. She saw him look her beaten form up and down, and she mewled in pain as he yanked the stick out of her pussy, each bump and point tearing her flesh again on its way out. He stood up and called her phone with his, causing the sickening vibration to fill her insides again. He leaned down, his eyes blazing with anger, his face only inches from her own, and he pulled the sock out of her mouth, tossing it aside. His eyes flicked over her body again, pausing on her pulverized, bloodstained snatch. He. It also meant that she was an A-cup, but that never bothered me for a second.I would go up to visit her every weekend and was allowed to spend the night on Fridays and Saturdays. The dorms were set up for two to a room and her roommate was a ditzy blonde with a Barbie Doll figure, named Evelyn. Evelyn's boyfriend, Steve, was a big guy and a little bit of a redneck, but overall a good guy. We all became fast friends and started doing most everything together.We had several borderline.