She was about 22 yrs and I was 25. She was dark complexioned but witty. She had a beautiful figure and had the personality that attracted every guys. ...he guys were moving in and around her. I never gave a look to her, But only assisted her in the daily job. I and she used the same computer. She would leave daily unnamed messages in the new word file as if she has left a letter in half. I marked the same for few days. But have never courage to ask her about the same. One day I gathered some. ." He sat the paper down and turned to his laptop. "This is thefourth test in a row that you have gotten almost exactly sixtypercent." He looked up at her. "In fact, I've done some asking around.It seems that you have a record of getting sixty percent on tests."She felt that this was none of his business, and she was gettingpissed. "Have I done something wrong?" No, Miss Gorgon, you haven't done anything wrong." He pursed his lips,slightly nodded his head, then went on. "This pattern tells me. She let out a slight yip each time Randy slid all the way in but she refused to complain as much as she had about her sore cunt, lest he decide to switch back randomly. Randy seemed determined to have her as uncomfortable as possible. Tiffany reached around Lauren's waist and played with her clit a little. It helped turn her on but it still hurt somewhat. She tried to push her hands away. Tiffany sighed and left the room for a little bit.When she returned she was holding an old jump rope from. “The stage is set up as a prison and girls who have been naughty are brought on and punished.” “How are you punished?” I asked. “We’re tied up naked to the bars of the prison cells, and whipped. The male staff whip us—really, really hard—and the guests watch, and join in if they like.” “That’s not a punishment!” I exclaimed. “No,” she said with a charming giggle, “but of course you have to pretend to be in pain—the men enjoy that and it makes them want to whip you even harder.” “Mm’mm, lovely,”.