I watched the moving vans at the Triple-I lab. Backing up to loading docks. Men dollying out cartons and cartons and cartons. On impulse, I followed o...ne of the trucks. A storage facility with large units in Hillside, NJ.Better to know than not.I thought about my Barbara Reynolds ID. A complete set, meticulously crafted. Useless to me now of course. Now that Fowler’s boys had seen it. Seen me.Still, I hesitated to toss it. A gift from Matt. I shook my head, scoffed. Reached for the scissors. Why. ”“We’ll see about that,” I said, and delivered a firmer smack.“Better,” she said. “I didn’t feel it, but at least I could hear the faint echo off the wall. Not complaining, you understand, just don’t expect me to give you such a wimp-ass whuppin' when it’s my turn.”I gave her another spank. The hardest one yet, but not hard. I was having trouble keeping from laughing at Mary’s responses—not appropriate for a stern disciplinarian in the performance of his duties.With some struggle, I got my. Her pussy was there and I went to work on it. We had never been too much into oral, but I certainly knew what she wanted and I figured she needed it. It didn't take me long before I gave her her first orgasm.It is a good thing she came when she did, because she almost suffocated me sitting on my face like that. Just as she was coming down from her high, I reached up and twisted her nipples--hard! Not only that, I rubbed my twelve-hour beard onto her clit as hard as I could. God I wanted to hurt. Her lover, Josh, the one man whom she felt safe with. * In another town, in another flat lay the Polish girl. She lay staring up at the ceiling, remembering the nightmare she had found herself living in the attic. Around her neck she wore a silver crucifix which she rubbed between her finger and thumb, and mumbled her prayers, asking for forgiveness. Forgiveness for what had happened to her and what she wanted to do. She too was seeing Counsellors to help her come to terms with the abuse, but.