“If she refuses help from us, you know what will happen. So she gets angry at you for calling the FBI? You achieved the most important goal you had ... protecting her from being forced into sexual slavery.”“True.”I pulled a business card from the case in my pocket, took out a pen, wrote my home and cell numbers on the back, and handed it to Bethany.“Give this to her and tell she can call me any time, day or night.”“I will. Will you be in your office?”“Yes. Just send Eve out, OK?”Bethany went into. ‘In addition, I’m not wearing this long sleeved shirt because I feel like it in today’s heat.’ I quickly went to the door, I checked, again that no one was around. Seeing that the hall was completely empty, I turned back and just took the shirt completely off, saying, ‘Look at this! People might ask who was grabbing me so hard that they left bruises on both arms!’ I just stood there, naked to the waist in the office and, I’ll tell you, I was as excited by that as anything I’ve done. I don’t. Her nipples were noticeably erect. She felt faint as she continued to smack the perfect ass of her subject.'Your punishment is soon to be over...for now' whispered Miss Beatty into Lauren's ear. The girl had tears in her eyes, but still, those were words she did not want to hear.'Please don't stop' she begged.'Never tell me what to do you little whore'! snapped Miss Beatty.With that, Lauren became aware that there was someone else in the room. Liz still had a hold of her hair so she was not. There was more than one benefit to keeping Patrick around. Bridget started stripping her clothes off as soon as she hit her front door. She had no idea where Patrick was in the house, but she was on a mission to find him. A trail of clothing lay behind her as she went from room to room before hearing the faint sound of the shower coming from her parents’ room. Of course he’s using their shower, enough room for two and the handheld showerhead. She opened the door to her parents’ bathroom and.