I was the richest and good looking guy in the class. There were only 8 girls in class while 40 boys were in the class. Most boys were not so good look...ng, or not even well built. Some were just bookworms who did not know the life out of the books. Out of the 8 girls, some were super hot while some were average and some were just bookworms who lived their lives to study only, they did not even care to look good or make some hairstyle.The following 3 paragraphs are describing the 3 girls from my. Helen Madison, whose interest in the maid was as keen as Maria’s or Patti’s; she loved performing emasculations, and had indulged that pleasure to order on several occasions through Patti and Kay. She never tired of the thrill of the task, the feeling of power supreme, in rendering males permanently impotent. With her blonde hair in a bun, and wearing a grey business jacket and skirt on arriving directly from her practice, she looked to Joyce like a sadistic concentration camp guard, her blue. Amy was blushing furiously. Margaret sat silently smiling to herself.Alexander rose. He approached the naked girls. “Amy, I need you to help Margaret and me with a little project.”Amy groaned inwardly. She had thought that her nightmare had ended, badly without Margaret, but ended nevertheless. Now, she was confronted with Alexander again. Only this time, it seemed that Margaret Ellison was on his side.Margaret Ellison grew up in a working class neighborhood in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. She had. Anderson that had, no doubt, been gotten as some sort of bribe for an official favor.Mrs. Mahmoud was a cold fish.She wore a severely tailored business suit and huge black rimmed glasses that made her plain unpainted face look even more depressing than if she had been wearing traditional attire. Her waist was a bit thick and her hips were at a disadvantage in the tight skirt. Her upper body was generously proportioned and the slight droop due to gravity was not particularly unappealing. In all.