Fair? Is life really fair? Or was this just my destiny? Regardless, this young man had to pay for the being the punk he’d become. Victim of circumst...ances like me? Who knows. But the training that was about to ensue for certain would set him on the right path of obedience, no doubt.Looking at his sinewy lean back and his lean, small buttocks brought me back to reality. Trevor was teetering on the edge of fear and anger. My goal was to push him over the edge of fear, which would ultimately lead. I saw her pushing a pram in Slough High Road, just a year after I kicked her out.The last I heard of Robert, he was living in southern Spain somewhere, with the drug squad on his case. Southern Spain, Morocco, not far for a fast boat. I should imagine that's how Robert's mind was working. Well, that's why I tipped the drug squad off, anyway.As for Tony, apparently he's driving buses around London. Not the nicest place to drive a bus. His wife divorced him after she received information about. That's the kind of outfit woman find sexy." I-I-I had no idea." Ginger started running a finger down Mary Ann's neck."Pretty soon, I was going down on more secretaries than producers," Ginger pouted in her little girl voice."Must be a nice change from all those fat, middle-aged producers." Oh, they're not so bad. A middle-aged producer can usually be satisfied in a minute or less. A secretary, however, will invite you to her place and ride your face all weekend."Mary Ann giggled, shocked and. I turned around and he grabbed me by the wrists and bent me backwards over the trunk of my own car.With one strong dirty hand he kept my hands in place while with the other he ripped off my White blouse.He slowly started to kiss my neck and his fingers worked their way down touching the curves of my breasts. He circled my nipples until they became rock hard and stood to attention.Then he gently started biting them pulling at my nipple ring. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter and.