. As the import of my words suddenly dawned on me, I rushed to put words in my mouth, hoping that, by sheer volume alone, I might accidentally hit on...the right ones to cover my amazing lack of sensitivity. "I love you, Kyra; I really, really do. YES, when we were in the chat room, when I first suspected you might be a REAL 'working girl', my imagination ran wild. I conjured up all the lurid, wanton images that have occupied my brain since... well, a long time, OK? When you started chatting. Martha's had much more complete domination of Sandra than she had ever had of Alan. As long as Martha was prepared to abuse Sandra freely, Sandra would oblige by doing anything for her beloved Mistress.Sandra told Martha everything she did in the bedroom with Alan and with her lesbian girl-friend in whatever level of detail Martha demanded. Martha enjoyed listening to Sandra, who was usually lying on the floor with her hands and feet tied when she made her 'confessions' as Martha called them,. So far we only have proof that you ummmm slept with her”“Who else would have sent it? Least investigate”“Sorry we can’t afford investigations. We have to let you go”“What!!?”“We give you a pension and set you up at another school. I suggest you not speak of this or it may be law suit.”Ms Henderson saidTiffany was behind her holding her and rubbing her clit. Ms Henderson was moaning loudly as she held her in a tight hold.“No pension or Job” Tiffany whisperedShe nibbled on her ear.“Please he was. Since it was Friday afternoon there was no-one around so Cindy had to go naked through the whole school looking for her clothes. She’d occasionally find them in a trash can or stuffed in some toilet bowl. She’d kneel down in front of the toilet, easily mistaken for grief-ridden while her hand would squeeze her cunt so tight it brought tears to her eyes while she came. Cindy regularly was floating on air on her way home.Once while going home the other girls followed her and dragged her in a.