It’s hard to make friends in a collections agency, I’ll tell you, but I managed to make friends with this cute little temp named Sherry. She had b...en there only about a week longer than me, and felt a little closer to me, since I was new too. We talked at breaks and stuff, and I started to get kind of attracted to her. This was natural. She was pretty much the only person I was talking to in this new town. LA is a big place, and it’s hard to fit in if you are from the sticks. I found out she. Raising the quirts, the punishment began. My first stroke was to the top of the breasts near the middle, while Jorge’s choice was at the bottom of the cheeks, just above the walking folds there. We worked as to a system, saving the last five to be those remembered longest. At 15 strokes, the girl fainted, Doctor Smith and Doctor van Zmoot checked her health and determined her fit to continue, as a bucket of brine splashed in her face. The coldness of the water awakened her, and the sting of the. Her face turned a quizzical shape, staring at her breasts. Oleana loved her breasts, and her sensitive nipples. She had spent so much time as a man in the last few weeks that she had started to forget about them. Now that she had remembered, she took a long moment to touch them, and feel them, and remember them. Her nipples began to harden, but the steam began clinging to her skin, and she stopped. Turning to the shower, she stepped into the hot water, eyes closed.Hot water throbbed against her. She wandered down the hall, listening, and stopped at the door the sounds were coming from, and realized there were sounds coming from downstairs, too. She opened the door in front of her and looked in. “Fucking meow!” she said, then paused, examining the words she had just spoken. Had she meant to say that? She wondered if things had already started - up until now, she’d said meow’ deliberately, jokingly. Then she shrugged, and walked through the door.She was in a large room, with a springy.