I’m certain Mr. Ramsey knew who Allison was, since this was the first Freshman anyone could recall being hired as an intern. And Allison wouldn’t ...admit it, but I think she tried for the job just to tease and humiliate me. Her first day as an intern she was careful to drop something beside my desk and give me a great view up her school skirt as she slowly picked it up.I wasn’t surprised when Allison was spanked her first day on her internship. She had accidentally opened mail that said. ”“Oh. Sorry. I misunderstood. What then are we going to do about these people from the Big Ship?”“Nothing, other than watch them. I am expecting them to do things to themselves, without us having any more direct input.”“Input? That is a strange word; what does it mean?”“Information that goes inwards, such as what you see or hear or smell. Output means the same in reverse -information going out from you or me. Education is output from me and input for you, at the moment.”“I get you. So we just. "Of course we thought her threats were hollow so we did what we always do.My twin brother Roger and I were used to party, getting drunk and dowhatever we liked so we did it once again, so of course we were expelledand then my Mom was furious."I warned you," she said, "I kwon you didn't believe me, but you aregoing to Spain and I'll let you decide who will have the 'skirtpunishment' because from now on I will try even the harsher methods."Never in her life she had come through with her threats.. He pressed his fingers in between my open thighs; I whimpered as he massaged my legs and got closer to my cunt. With one hand he grasped my tight ass so he could better get at my cunt; he pressed one finger in between my swollen folds and against my cunt-hole. I whimpered, horny for his fingers, as he slid his fingers into me -- first one, slowly in and out. I bit my lip to keep from screaming; it felt so good, then another finger, two at a time, slowly, torturously slowly into my tight pussy.