“Hello, Miss Marks. I have Zoe Vanssen from Year Thirteen to see you,” she said quietly.Followed by, “Of course,” Amber smiled sweetly across ...er desk.“Miss Marks will see you now. You may go in, Zoe.” The lady replaced the receiver of her phone and returned her attention to her computer screen.The seventeen-year-old had slowly covered the few steps across reception until she was standing outside Amelia’s office. The brass plaque on the white door with the name “Miss A. J . Marks – Head. As he covered up the testicles with the napkin they were in, his semi-erection returned as the sweet feminine scent of perfume hit his nostrils. Surely women could not be responsible for this? He allowed himself a brief chuckle despite the circumstances, the idea was a slightly erotic but absurd one; he dismissed the thought from his concious mind, but it never left his memory. He looked at the box again and picked up the phone.Chas Westing, a bit part acting associate of Burns, arrived at. 'Those things you write about, Daddy – did you do them with Mummy?' she suddenly asked, staring at me boldly.'I – I don't think we should talk about that,' I stammered weakly, and Chloe giggled.'Mummy and I used to talk about the things you did to her – I loved hearing about them, it was exciting, but sometimes I felt jealous …'Her eyes dropped, and I saw that she was blushing, and then she hurriedly changed the subject.We walked back slowly after lunch, and once again I slipped my arm round. “Please sir not so hard,” she pleaded even as she clenched her ass and steeled herself for the next blow of his stinging hand. When the anticipated blow didn’t sting her ass, she added, “I promise to be a good girl and do whatever you want … sir.” “Good for you bitch!” he said as he grabbed her butt cheeks and spread them wide open. ‘Somebody seems eager,’ it was Shirley, feeling the pangs of jealousy once again. It was more a whisper so neither Loraine nor Jamal heard her. Loraine moaned.