“Sorry, really, yes, OK, yes, you are in charge. All three of you.” I included Mum. It was natural given the number of times she had spanked me ov...r the years. I looked at the floor. Totally demoralised. About to be spanked by this beautiful girl who was only slightly older than me and whom I fancied like crazy. “OK Jeff, now tell me what you have done wrong and ask me to spank you very hard.” I looked at Caroline, begging, knowing nothing was going to stop the inevitable though. Caroline. I do not want to force you to do anything; you must agree. Eh?" He snorted and then showed her his teeth, an odd sort of smile. "I am going to sign you up as one of my student assistants next semester, Vixen, minimum wage, two or three hours a day, at least two days a week. OK?"She nodded."You will take World History 2, of course, and you will get another A, but your main job will be here, with me and my grad students. Understand? And you will be cooperative won't you? We have some exciting. The previous night the whores had been forced to watch as a young whore, no more than 17 years old, had a dozen long, sharp skewers pushed through her breasts. She had been seven Euros short of her quota!Tanja went to yet another slowly cruising car, desperately trying to sell her body! Bending to look into the car, showing her bra-less breasts to the occupants, she saw it contained four very large black men. After a short discussion, they made her an offer for an all-nighter. She called over. I realized that Mom dressed like this a lot. Sheusually wore a nice looking dress or skirt, blouse and jacket when shewas out meeting clients, and she didn't change when she got home. Her'June Cleaver' look didn't include high heels in the kitchen, though -she was too sensible for that!The next few pages had other ladies' outfits, like pants, mix-and-matchsets, and of course lingerie and sleepwear. The teen girls' pages weresimilar, but instead of lingerie there were bathing suits, one-piece.