They were just trying to scare them. Jolene prayed that they would be let go shortly without any further humiliation."Hey Lem" she heard Judes’ voic...e behind her "Lookit that. Y’all kin see her panties right through that skirt she’s wearin’. Ain’t that nice?"Jolene winced at the comment and wanted to reprimand the filthy bumpkin, but thought better of it. Suddenly, she felt the back of her skirt being lifted and quickly reached to hold it down."Stop that…Don’t do that…" she snapped, turning to. "What's your name, dearie?" he asked Buttercup, stubbing his cigarette out on the cold hard factory floor. Nervously, Buttercup told him."Fuck! What sort of fucking ponced-up name is that? And what about your friend. What're you called?" Tracey." Fuck me! We got a right pair of fucking wierdies here. At least 'buttercup' means something. But when in the name of fuck did 'tracey' ever fucking mean anything. You're both a couple of fucking immigrants, ain't you? Well, you'd better pull your. And I suspect that your parents would be something less than impressed?"The girls all nodded vigorously."So, upon reflection, and bearing in mind that three of you are probably innocent, I am prepared to sweep this unfortunate incident under the carpet and resume with all four of you as normal when we open tomorrow evening."The girls gasped, and there was a collective sigh of relief.Jackson raised his hand. "However, there is a condition. And it's a pretty big one. I think you need to be taught. Don't do that."I hadn't intended anything more than asking if I could lick her, to show my appreciation for her taste. But I could see she didn't understand what I was saying, and an evil idea occurred to me. I knew I was going to enjoy this.She was temporarily motionless, with the box of tissues in one hand, and a single, partly used tissue in the other. In other words, both her hands were full, snigger. I rolled over, raised myself into a kneeling position, and moved so that I was between her.