She entered Victoria's Secret. She was immediately approached by a heavy set, dark haired woman. Her name tag identified her as the manager. She looke...d like a dyke, and Jen's suspicions were confirmed when the manager caressed her arm and said, "Can I help you with anything?" No, thank you. I need a bra and some other things, but I think I'll be fine."The manager ran her hand down Jen's back. Her fingers lingered on the small of Jen's back. Normally the manager would have been able to feel. Bob came over with a stack of mail in his hand. Not really knowing what to say, he said, “I brought your mail over.”“Thanks, Bob. Thanks for everything,” Mike said accepting the mail with his good hand. He slipped the mail between his left arm and body to hold it while allowing him to use his right hand.“I’m really sorry about Karen and Robert,” Bob said in a sad voice.“Thank you,” Mike said. He dimly recalled that Bob and his wife had been at the funeral.Bob looked at the bandages around. She did recall that such events had occurred and several girls had received a spanking or a slippering. At the time these punishments had never seemed to be particularly erotic. They were just scary and Jennifer was always glad she had never been on the receiving end.Jennifer could remember one punishment session quite vividly. Even now, all these years later, she could remember the details as if it were yesterday. The memory still sent a shudder up her spine. The offence that Miss Palmer was. 30 morning ka time tha mai pas gai wo helmet pahna hua tha per uski dress police wali thi me samajh gai or dar bhi gai tabhi usne helmet utara or mujhe dekha to dekhta hi rah gaya mere 36 inch ke boobs ko niharne lagaWo tabhi mene kaha what happened sir usne kaha what the hell u r doing here with no clothes r u a prostitute mene kaha no sir iam not mujhe neend nai aa rahi thi to socha ki ghum aau thora to usne kaha ki kuch pahan to leti vese hi mahol acha ni hai goa ka kuch ho jayega to abhi.