She was wearing a black t-shirt that looked like it should have been on a k** than her as it was that tight her tits wasn't huge but not small either,...she also had on leggings and as she bent over you could just make out her thong, and wow what an ass small but perfect and that thong was right up her crack.So i went over to introduce myself and she stoped me before i could say hi, "dont i know you?" she asked, well i couldn't think i was standing there racking my brain to remember who she was,. After twelve applications of a leather tawse she had not laughed any more. The memory of that swishing sound, followed immediately by searing agony was still too recent to allow her mind to dwell upon it at any length.Her second visit, following her disobedience in failing to stand still had been easier than either the first or the third. On that occasion she had been made to step into a small chamber which had then closed behind her, leaving her in a four feet square enclosure. The confinement. He could see the writing on the wall if he wanted. He didn't, at least not the script in big letters and heavy strokes seeming to carve into its surface, a trompe l'œil. Instead he studied the surface and saw diverse pathways of life intersecting in a massive ungainly knot, a confusion, a place for collision, a wreck of humongous proportion in which passengers ran full speed, heads down and thrust forward until slamming into others exploded the skulls and the viscera of grey brain matter and. “Nice leg. What a shame that you broke it.” Pratt said. “I was reluctant to do it myself so I asked a big pick-up truck to help me,” Jill explained mockingly. “The truck did a great job, making such a nice fracture.” “It seems you are serious,” Jill said and looked intently at the doctor. “Of course, I am serious. The fracture is not displaced, and there is no need of surgery. I am not being paid to make fun of the patients,” he said and laughed. “This truck obviously had the penchant for.