”She nodded, and we started walking.“How long have you been working for the Mafia?”I sighed, “You HAVE to keep this a secret, Becky. Almost no...ody knows about it. The ones who do are all involved in some way.”“I’ll keep your secret. And I’m not freaked-out. I’m intrigued.”“It started when I was fourteen. You remember the deli job I had? That’s when it began. I’ve done odd jobs here or there, but mostly I write computer programs for them. On occasion, I make some deliveries or drive someone. I had completely forgotten about the camera. By about 9:45 I had cum in her three times and made her orgasm twice as far as I could tell. I had lost my virginity at last and the lustful feelings I had that night cannot be out into words. Laura went to get us a couple of beers from the fridge and it was then that I remembered the camera. I went and checked it. The recorder was in a shoe box in her closet and everything seemed to be ok. But it wasnt 10 yet. When Laura came back we talked quietly. Kat had encountered some ExTrans, though briefly, when she was a teen-ager on Ovid. A small church had opened up in low town and was offering free meals along with a sermon to whomever was willing to sit through the often vitriolic ranting of the local priest. Kat had gone several times, when money was short, but could never grasp exactly what they thought would happen if everyone had unlimited access to any tech they could get their hands on. They seemed more anarchist than humanist and, while. She did stop at the corner however to steady her nerves a bit. She also knew she had no idea whether Marsha was at home or if she was whether she had anyone over. She knew that if Marsha was at home entertaining anyone then whoever was there would be free to watch the spanking. That unnerved Rachel but she knew she had little choice. It never seemed to worry the girls who were spanked at the front of the class or in a corridor and everyone looked on it as a sibling or friends of a sibling.