I should fire you on the spot but I'm not going to. You willbe made to endure the upmost humiliation for your actions." Red could do littlemore than h...ang her head in shame. Mr. Brown pressed a button on his intercome,uttered something Red missed and in came two burly men. Red, or Ms. Jones as she was known bythe pupils was a nice woman. 29, with the perfect figure. She had always wantedto be a teacher, training for years in university and taking on a multitude ofshoddy teaching jobs to work her. Today, he was wearing a dress shirt and vest that with that faint British accent made him kind of elegant. Yann, on the other hand, had worn a silk tee, a sport coat and another pair of his circulation-stopping pants. Sean tried to have some decorum and behaved like a gentleman for the most part. He did his best to keep Yann from acting like an outright whore.It should have annoyed me, but Yann's over-the-top sexual innuendos actually amused me. West and JR were definitely not amused. Poor. "I really don't think you should get me anymore--"Jolene giggled. "Nonsense. The people at this store are great. I've been here a few times. You go ahead and start trying these on and I'll go look for something else." Jolene set her other bags down on the floor in the corner and looked around. "Isn't this dressing room fantastic! So much room. Oh, and don't forget you wanna try these on with nothing underneath." Jolene winked. " Leave the door unlocked, I'll be right back."Sarah shrugged her. She was no longer screaming now—just grunting and moaning feebly with the impact of each blow. After the third stomp he turned her back over so that she was lying on her belly, ankles still in his hands, changing the angle. This position was his personal favourite for several reasons: it kept her pestering hands totally out of the way, she couldn't see the blows coming so he could play around more with her anticipation and dread, and the angle was perfect for connecting the full length of the.