They hooked her hands to her belly chain, and put a blind fold on her and attached the leash to her collar. They told her to wait right there and not ...to move. And they also told her that she would do whatever she had to do in order to get released before classes started.Tracy was kneeling there, not knowing what would happen. Her stomach was churning with apprehension and her pussy was wet, making her shorts looked like she peed in them. What was happening to her! Soon she heard some noises and. Like everything else, there were no images on it, just beautifully ornate Sodomite phrases. On the twenty dollar note it read: ‘Deliverance Through Pain’. The fifty dollar note read: ‘Redemption is Achieved Through Blood, Sweat and Piss’. And the hundred dollar note, which was barely worth as much as a cup of coffee, read: ‘Grace, Peace and Humiliation.’ Her job in the office was not especially exciting. The computers she had to work on were distinctly more primitive than any she’d seen at any. We agreed that she would take her shopping home and get changed, then meet me for a drink at my hotel. She lived in the capital, Grand Bourg, and the hotel was not far away, close enough for her to decline my offer of a taxi, as she would walk it in five minutes. At the hotel I quickly showered and changed before finding a quiet corner of the bar from where I could see the door.I was aware that in such a small place everyone must know everyone else and that gossip could destroy reputations in. She sat down on my old bed and patted the place beside her. The window I used to spy on her was right next to it. I remembered when I was eleven and first discovered masturbation. I saw my old self with my pants down and stroking my five inch cock. I remember looking out the window seeing the eleven year old Shana with her small growing breasts and hairless vagina. Now here she was; both of us adults and about to have the real thing. She was a real beauty; chestnut brown hair, hazel eyes, and.