Wait out in the front room," Monique said, closing the door.Lissa and Alya dressed quickly, then opened the door and left the room. Monique was sittin... in a chair with one of her textbooks in her hand. She watched as Alya and Lissa sat down on the couch next to each other, putting their arms around each other."So I take it Lissa said yes?" Monique asked Alya."Oh, she definitely said yes. Screamed it, in fact." They all laughed at the joke."Then I'm happy for you two," Monique smiled."It doesn't. She’s in convulsions, legs kicking out against the delightful torture, her white thighs flashing, her school dress skewed up past her knickers. The tickling fingers work from her waist down into her thighs and suddenly I’m transfixed. My heartbeat is the only sound I’m aware of. I watch his finger stroking slowly over her thighs and into the crouch of her knickers. Now she’s ceased squirming; she’s motionless.As her thighs begin parting, her brown eyes, shaded with uncertainty yet knowing, lift. Thing."I took a deep cleansing breath. "Anything. I'll do anything at all." Look at me. Say what I want to hear."I turned up from my task, my chore, my livelihood, to face him. I whispered with all the foreshadowing I could muster, "I love you." Stand up, whore." I stood before my man, hands to my side, as naked as I knew how to be. "We'll see what you're made of. Tomorrow. After school. In the gym." He turned, and left.I barely whispered anything; I didn't want Alan to hear: "Yes, Master." Did. And was delighted to see it already stirring and growing hard once more.“Mmmmm ... sounds tempting.” Jack reached over to Emily, giving her bare shoulder a warm caress with his hand. “But honestly, I need you at the school right now ... and I do mean need you. I don’t give a shit if you go to your worthless classes or not, but there’s a lot of things – important things, to me – that are happening at good old Patriot High. And I need to know that those things are being done properly first,.