It wasn’t sexual though. It was deliberate and strategic. Kate hated how robotic it was. She had been searched before, and every time before, the ma...n conducting the search usually took some liberties. She would act like she hated it but there was a part of her that enjoyed it, the looks and the little gropes. This was different. She felt small, like a good part of her knew she wasn’t going to get out of this. She was out of her league. From the search, Markov produced a few knives that were. . and then it hit me ... the wickedly alluring scent of warm cunt. As the scintillating fragrance wafted into my nostrils, I almost lost control of the car in my initial shock. Was that what I was really smelling? I breathed deeply, wondering if my senses had been deceiving me, but sure enough, that's exactly what it was. I felt a tremulous shiver of excitement run down my spine as I continued to inhale, reveling in the musky womanly scent of this gorgeous creature next to me. As I sat there. Jennifer had never seriously thought of a sexual encounter with another woman, but now the idea of being spanked by Sue became utterly compelling. That night, as she lay in bed, her fingers gently massaging her clit, Jennifer conjured up visions of knickers being pulled down, bottoms being spanked and the thought of her friend Sue, playing with herself. Jennifer came time after time and she knew that she had to fulfil this urgent desire that had suddenly become so important to her. She resolved. She cleaned and dusted her book shelves by herself even when some of the boys looked in on her and offered to help.There was only one thorn left over from her "Raging Slut" period and that was The Watcher. He still called her at least once a week and his voice still made her spine tingle and more than once while talking to him she found her that her hand had moved down to her pussy. His chant was always the same; he was going to fuck her and he knew where and when it was going to happen. But he.