Hope's complete absence of any marker was her give-away.When the girls were stretched over the training bar with their brown eyes and vulva wide open,...they looked so identical that none of the trainers could tell the difference. The anal training section which consisted of 3 well-hung slave boys and 1 very sensuous female made copious notes to help tell one from the other by their reactions and style of anal copulation. It was very involved research but the four person group loved their work. Please forgive me. This is Jenna Sayuri."Madison knew Jenna. She was in Madison's grade and they had shared a number of classes over their years at Mount Hill. She was indeed Indian, with rich brown skin and lustrous hair—attractive, certainly; not without her share of suitors. Really, except for being Indian, she was in the same social strata as Madison—but the races didn't mix; it was just one of the unwritten rules of popularity. As a consequence, Madison could not think of a single reason. Hardie's shop had been. After a time, he returned to where I was standing just inside the double doors."This is a complete shop!" he said in amazement. "It even has coal and some iron to begin work with," he added but hesitated for a number of seconds."The most amazing thing is that some of these tools are my tools!" he said and stopped again for several seconds before continuing, "Tools that I made or modified while working for my Father. The remainder are very good quality new tools and. The floor to ceiling bookcases in dark cherry wood was matched by a large dark cherry wood desk in the center of the room, framed by a black leather couch and two large leather chairs fronting the desk. The dark shutters over the single large window only allowed light onto the desk that still required the hanging light over the desk to be illuminated in order to read anything. Mindy saw her father at his desk with his dark framed half rimmed glasses slipped down his nose as he appeared to be.