June had been working on her to go to work here at my club. If little Sarah had known then what I knew, she probably would have ran from the club to n...ever come back. June loved to dance at the club and she was bringing in over 250k a year dancing. (That I knew of) She worked on Sarah until Sarah decided to try it out. Sarah came back a while later and wanted to just wait tables. I didn’t mind, since this is how most of the dancers started out here anyway. I could see that she really got off on. She remembered the entire incident in loving detail: Jennifer’s terrified teary face, her lovely body, the cruel red switch marks on her white skin, and the girl’s screams…yes, Anyia remembered all of it. She wished she could have been Counselor Tolkiv, the prim imposing teacher who struck Jennifer and admonished her. Anyia spent endless hours masturbating over the incident and over the memory of Jennifer’s punished bottom. Each time she was about to climax, she imagined herself whipping. Almost touching my cock. "Tell me torl. Ive heard worse." I leaned back and sighed. I felt her arm wrap around me. So I told her. Of my real home of my escape. All of it. "Ok so I was wrong. You are an anomaly. But its ok. No one individual is to be the same as another." I sighed. "These blue tattoos. They look like." "Lightning. They are. I was given them by the magic I bear." "Amazing." "Dinner is ready. Get dressed and come sit." "Yes mistress." she leaned in and kissed me. "See you at. Again, the scroll in the library door was ignored. As they left the room behind, Kevin looked up to the painting they had so admired on the way in. "Hey gang, do any of you remember this woman having a scowl on her face when we saw her earlier?" "No, Kevin," replied Dom. "She's probably pissed that you took her Wonder Bra! Now, come on!" The Toyota was once again boarded, and was soon fighting the traffic flow once more. The painting had indeed been scowling. Now that the 'grave.