"Paris, are you awake?"At firstthere was no answer so she knocked again.Paris waslying on her bed and fllickinga well manicured nail over the crotch o... her orange jumpsuit and did not wantto be disturbed. Seven days without a decent orgasm was making her feel allbitchy. "Goaway!", she said but Sandy persisted.?"Paris,my name is Sandy. I think it's terrible that you have to be here," Ihave all your posters and I'm a huge fan." "Ibrought some apples and grapes if you would like them." CanI please. Posture was the most important part of Sister Evangelina. She straightened, walking high and proud. As long as she felt like she was as tall as she could be it was easy to hold onto Evangelina’s aloof arrogance. She glided up behind John and cleared her throat. John turned and nearly spilled his drink. “Sister, I-”“Come with me,” she ordered. She did not wait to see if he obeyed. She turned away and walked back to Bella’s alcove on gliding steps. When John crossed the threshold she closed the. The one thing she was sure of was that she was still upright by the power of the handcuffs he had secured her with. They were her only link to reality. As her body started to return to her, several distinct sensations and thoughts came to the forefront of her mind. First was the rivulet of warmth running down the inside of her thigh and beginning to pool at her feet. She’d heard of ‘squirting’ women, but never knew herself to be one. It was hardly a squirt, if that, indeed was what she was. Lucy was in her push-up bra and jeans because she couldn't find her top. 'I know, what a retard this teacher is. Seriously - she didn't notice two girls were missing?' Lucy banged on the door, then sighed and I could hear her through the dark as she went and sat back down. 'What's going to happen now?' 'Maybe there's another door'. I suggested. 'There isn't. It's that one, and it's locked. Ugh'. She groaned, it made my cunt wet up a little. As the minutes ticked on, we sat down and found some.