. oh, that must be her now...”“Hi, I’m home!” Amelia called as she opened the door.“Hi there! Amelia, honey, does anyone know who writes tha... ‘Realist’ blog?” Denise asked.“Hi Denise, no; I haven’t heard, but that stuff posted on it is really scary. The kids in those schools must be terrified of the Program.”“It’s very bad when the teachers use the Program as an excuse to mistreat or humiliate the kids like some of these stories tell about,” Denise said. “I know of cases where some kids liked. “No, I just didn’t feel it was worth fighting for!” “What’s not worth fighting for?” she asked. “The Barcalounger” I stated as a matter of fact. “Oh, I thought you meant me messing with your ass or something.”I hadn’t noticed that she had shed her shoes and socks as well as the rubber-band she had used to put her hair up in a pony tail from earlier. I also noticed she had taken off her wind breaker and I was able to see her now much shapelier body as it was now revealing itself in her. Anyia spent an eternity belaboring the Colombian’s bottom and the backs of her thighs. She hit hard and quickly followed up with a back-hand stroke…over and over and over. Maria Elena continued to tremble, scream, and cry, but with the zapper menacing her vagina, she dared not move forward. Anyia wore herself out…by the time she was satisfied that she had flogged her servant’s bottom enough, sweat was pouring down her face and she was breathing heavily. Anyia ordered the guards to turn Maria. I gathered everyone. I told them I was thinking of making this our base and exploring the Islands before moving into the continent. Once we have flown over most of the area looking for people and signs of people and met those we could, we would move to the continent and set up another base. That sounded good to everyone and would be our program. Although I did it reluctantly, separating our flights would double the area we could cover in the same amount of time. I decided to do that recognizing.