“Raise your arms out from your side” she said and he complied. She moved around behind Dale and slid her hands under his arms from around the back... Once more she stroked his chest, pausing to tease his nipples, then slid her hands down his sides to the top of his hips. “Good, now spread your legs a bit” she ordered. Dale spread his legs to about shoulder width apart and Sloan began running her hands down the outside and then up the insides of his muscular thighs. As she reached the point where. "Boy!" she called me to attention, heavily pressing the sole of herfoot on my neck, increasing my erection even further - "How muchimmediate credit does it have?" "$6000, Mistress." "That'll do." I could hear her smile through her voice. "What's thecode?" She increased the weight on my neck to ensure a speedy answer. "Thirty-five twenty, Mistress." "You IDIOT!" - and she slapped the lash over the pink traces she hadinflicted earlier, when Rita had found a stray cigarette end in asupposedly. It was painfully clear to me that there were several commonly used methods that I had no idea about. There would be no way that I would be able to close that gap during the classes, which meant that I needed help. Serious help. I felt that I needed to keep an eye on Linnea, but I also needed her help. Badly.I had one - or maybe two - advantages. First, I had some money. Some money I could use. By following Linnea for a few days, I was quite certain that she didn’t have any extra money to spend,. “It’s not your fault, Jake. We need you to know it’s not your fault. We have a pretty good idea of why she did this, but we know it’s not your fault. You need to know that, OK?”“OK...”My head was spinning. My legs were weak. I leaned against the cabinet with the phone still against my ear and I slid down to the floor.“What’s wrong?” mom asked in a near panic.I held the phone up to her in both hands like an offering. Like she could take the phone and get this straightened out. Like she could fix.