This time, I could just make out the faint aroma of Kate’s favorite perfume. Perfumes are funny things. Any ten women can wear the same one and they... all smell different. I guess there's something about body chemistry that makes them react differently with every person. I can also tell you that when Kate dabs a tiny amount of Fendi Palazzo behind her ears and in her cleavage, the combination of rose, orange blossom, pepper and patchouli combine with her natural female hormones to produce one of. Now, for a long time I was unable to fathom the doctor?s motives, whether he actually wanted the system he worked for to fail or if he was just fucking around with DNA because he had the opportunity. Either way he created me. A hyper intelligent girl, born a slave, sold into sexual servitude to become . . . well . . . I?m jumping ahead, I should tell you the journey, because that is the worthier part. The doctor that created us, his name was LuDuis. Dr. LuDuis, I always thought that. " Um, no... yes I..." Do you want your arse caned by a woman... by me?" No, no... I." Well, I don't care what you want. I am going to buy a cane and use it on you you worthless piece of shit."Being caned by Helen was what Peter had wanted for years but he had been too afraid or too embarrassed to ask.His prick had deflated slightly and Helen ordered him out of the chair and she put her large arse on it and after one more look atwhat was playing onscreen shut that site down and Googled 'canes'.. I used to go to her house every day after school and we would hang out. Naturally, I sniffed her panties as often as I could. She was a redhead and usually had a couple pubes in them too. They always smelled so good and I got to know some different types of dirty panties. Some smelled like pee. Some had creamy spots. Some had no spots but still had a pussy smell. One day, she asked me to get something from her room.As I walked in, I checked the spot in her room where she kept her dirty laundry.