SMACK. " You can't do ..." She protested meekly. "Yet I am!" I smacked her a few more times till her ass cheeks were red. "Now get on your knees bimbo...and undo my pants" "Why? " she asked "For a Sales Director you are rather slow." She opened her mouth to say something. Instead she found her mouth full of cock. I had stabbed my hard dick at her face and got the target. I bend down and rip open her jacket. Her fake big tits wobble free. The nipples are pierced with steel studs. I have my hand on. Had he already given her a clue that would lead to her reward? He'd given her an order, she realised. Taking great effort to slowly navigate the room in her ballet boots, she made her way to the bathroom, the chain rattling behind her.Studying her reflection in the large mirror on the wall, she had to concede that she did indeed look cute and vulnerable. She knew how much Adrian liked that. Pretending not to care must be killing him, she realised, casually reading a book instead of ripping her. One of the whitest towns in the state of Massachusetts. The only thing Black about Norwood is the asphalt. It’s far from both Boston and Brockton, places I considered my usual digs for years but must now give up. I’m the laughingstock of my friends and family. I’ve become the cautionary tale. Life one of those fools on the Maury Povich Show. Yeah, I’ve been duped. Got royally screwed. Isn’t life great? I took off and left behind everything I thought I knew. I don’t want to see my family or. “That’s good, Clare, you can take two of each” Ann confirmed.They smiled at each other.Clare removed the skirt and handed it to Ann then lowered the knickers and handed them over.“Ghastly thick things, just like regulation knickers at school!” Clare commented.“I know, but they kept you warm in winter!” chortled Ann.“Would have been more use it they reduced the sting from the cane!” Clare quipped.Ann nearly choked. She knew exactly what Clare meant….but…yes…surely…it was obvious, this gorgeous.