I was rude to you and I know that was wrong. I was drunk on my own power and I deserve to be corrected. Would you please smack my booty, fresh and fru...ity? Pretty please?” Harley repeated the request the way she had been instructed to do the week before.“Oh? You crazy bitch!” Becky couldn’t contain her laughter as she looked at the girl who used to bully her spreading her legs apart revealing her pussy lips and the inner part of her asshole to anyone who wanted a look as she begged for a. It was exactly 9:15 when she got there and the door opened at once. Mr. Brown led her back to his office and locked the door as usual. There were more lights on in the room this time. They were focused lights with colored gels in them, aimed towards the couch.Mr. Brown saw her surprise at seeing the extra lights and explained that they would help make better quality photos - photos that he could sell for more on the Internet."Internet?" she queried anxiously."Don't worry," he replied, "no one. Instead, the usher took the stub and showed her to a wonderful seat. She was directly in front of the piano, only a few rows from the stage! Still, she felt someone would ask her to move, to return to her humble position, standing, far away. It never happened. Meredith was allowed her perfect seat throughout the concert. She was able to watch Dr. Scott perform, his elegant fingers flying over the keys, his face so intense and full of emotion. She felt her heart pounding as he made the music. I’ll just be skyping with Nancy.” Nancy. I’d heard her say that name before. That was the girl from camp that she called out to. She was the one Diana recorded us for.“Lets get started,” Kyle said as he sat down next to me with his full glass of wine. The leather seat depressed under his weight and caused me to slant slightly towards him. My full bladder groaned as my body resettled on the couch. “Where’s your backpack?”Shit. “I, uh, I forgot it.” Kyle laughed some more. “You were so.