“Now can I have my desk back Heather?” Heather stood up and ostentatiously beckoned Dylan to the chair. As Dylan sat down Heather sank to her knee.... Dylan parted his legs and Heather unzipped his trousers. This was also part of the routine. Every episode since the pilot had been christened in this office. A knock at the door was swiftly followed by the door opening. Heather ducked her head down and shuffled under the desk and out of sight. Through the door strode one of the visiting auditors. Her hands were together over her head and her feet were spread apart. There were very regular red strips on her each leg from calf to the bottom of her ass. There were exactly 11 stripes on each leg. There were none directly on her ass and none on her back. Willow was quietly sobbing as Page stepped away for a moment to towel off her sweat."So Slave, where are we?" Ma'am, that was stroke 22 of 44 that I have earned for sloppy work and lack of decorum. Please continue your patient instruction of. He also felt like he owed the gym for what he was so he worked as a trainer for a couple of people and lead the group exercises. To Zyra’s delight, Cid had his shirt off which was a rare treat for her eyes. The fighters’ life left no room for anything but body perfection and Cid’s abs lead to a ‘V’ that lead to places Zyra had been spending far too much time thinking about. Cid had a girlfriend who seemed to make him happy and Zyra respected that. She would do nothing to harm Cid, except for. Susan thought is was best to let her figure things out slowly and told her about her fantasies with women and how she was also confused growing up.She assured Cindy that it would all make sense in time,and to do what made her happy. The girls at school didn’t bring it up anymore and things went back to normal.Cindy was back to her old self and they were getting ready for the holidays.Someone brought in a catalog of costumes including a Santa suit and they decided to have a sit on Santa’s lap.