Her skin was milky white, flawless, and her hair a mess of jet black curls. She was as striking as a woman in her late 20s could be, and this air of e...egance and confidence worked against her when looking for mid-level jobs.Another week passed with no work, and Ala looked forward to kicking back Friday night with her husband George and their friend Tarek who being Egyptian didn’t drink, so would happily spend the night in with his new friends and do simple stuff like watch TV and play board. Sandy had lost the race but after about 20 seconds she climaxed. She made a sort of “mmmmm” noise and there I could see the tummy jumping about as the aftershocks ran through her. I crept back to the kitchen and listened quite expecting the video to be turned off. However after a couple of minutes the video was still running and so again not being a gentleman I again went to the door. On the video it was the long haired who was on her hands and knees working her fingers in the shorthaired. ” she said, feeling her cheeks heat up. As she stood there, her thoughts were swirling ‘I know the rest of his orders, he told me that if I did that other, I’d have to tell him, and I would be punished. But, was I supposed to just offer that up? Would that make the punishment less? If he had to ask, and I then answered, would it be worse?’She was pretty sure if she lied, it would be worse, though if she did NOT lie, that would be like saying ... yes ... please ... spank me ... wouldn’t it? It. Her locker wasn’t far from my own, so when I spotted her there at lunchtime, I decided to wander over. She’d since changed from the dress into her usual ensemble of jeans and a T-shirt with her long hair pulled back into a dangling ponytail. I caught her by surprise as she fished through her locker for books. ‘Hi Jane.’ She looked up from her locker, the recognition of my voice evident from the expression on her face. ‘What do you want, Hugh?’ Her voice contained a strained edgy tone to it. ‘I.