”I could have said no. I could have left her and there would have been a fight that I’d probably have won but, well, it had been a while since I�...�d tasted cunt and, it has to be said, hers looked pretty inviting so, eagerly, I got down on my knees and gave her my best efforts. She seemed to enjoy those efforts because she took to me and I became her girlfriend. I was, I admit, sad when she was moved to another prison. She knew how to fuck a woman.~I stuck the hostel and the job for the six. But then, justice didn’t really come into it. Tavia spared Karena until she had six more turns to make. Then, as each new turn began, she cracked the strap down across the convulsing buttocks, driving the girl on right to the limit. At last the required two hundred and fifty turns were reached. The wheel stood motionless. Karena, with head hanging, moaned feebly. She was half-fainting with sheer exhaustion. Meanwhile, Zena, who still had some twenty more turns to make, continued to receive. On the Friday night she returned to the quarry after dark, lit a lamp in the hut and then went back into the city and from a street call box phoned the Blue Angel Bar and using a handkerchief over the mouthpiece asked in a deep voice to speak to Alan Withers. ‘Hi Alan, it’s Karen Nixon. Sorry if I caused you any embarrassment in front of your friends last Saturday.’ ‘Me being embarrassed? That was you, attempting to being tough and then blowing it and making a fool of yourself with that toy. "What else can I refuse you, mon petit cher?" It's about Henri. I believe it's time..." Merde. I must have Henri there!" boomed Frederick."Yes sir. Of course. But he's getting a bit old. His fingers are getting tired. I thought perhaps an assistant..."Frederick chuckled. "You are joking. He would not stand for such a thing." Let me give it a try. If she..." She? Mon Dieu! A female tailor!" I believe her to be exceptional. And she designs as well. I find her work quite pleasing, perhaps even.