But there is one thing she is definitely not: an archaeologist. Where the hell did this woman study? Who taught her to explore historically immeasurab...y valuable temples with dynamite and pistols? In this respect she is worse than Indiana Jones and that means a lot. But we also have to certify that she is much better looking than Professor Jones (whether senior or junior).Anyway, we come to point two: This story is NOT about the Lara Croft of the reboot of the series and if possible also not. ‘You have to earn it. You just don’t get it.’ Trinity’s face blubbered, her voice croaking with tears, ‘h-how?’ ‘Once a week, I will send James to run errands. For every mile you have walked during that week, I will smack your beautiful fat ass. You control it, Trinity. You want a spanking, god dammit, you’ll get it.’ Neatly she flipped the flogger in her hand, it’s leather knob she rubbed against Trin’s nose. Trin quivered. ‘Lick it.’ Trin licked. Softly her tongue reached out for the sweet. By this time, I appeared to be bombed out with young women.In the studio one day a young girl came in with a friend, she asked me if she could train to be a model, okay she was good looking, but a little on the short side, her face and hair were her main high-quality points, her dark her went down to the middle of her back. I told her that she was idea for modelling but being on the short side she’d never make the catwalk; telling her to get herself latched on to a photographer an use him to. "How did that get there?" she asked as her pussy gushed on my finger."OK. Be that way, Uncooperative thieves get spanked without shorts." I continued with a little friendlier Snidely voice."No, No, No," shrieked Molly in a feint of hysteria."OK, then get your stuff and out you go." I was ignoring the fact that she has no stuff, it's all in the wash.She relented to my grasp, stepping closer. I pulled down her gym shorts, sliding them to her ankles.She voluntarily shuffled closer, exaggerating.