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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been booster since before kindergarten. When their female parent car pooled for school case, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The terzetto J's. '' instructor, and most of the community soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the fourth mark, Sara 's mother went to exploit for Julie 's mother as a Captain James Cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an apartment over the service department, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, teachers and most of the community as `` The triplet J 's and an S. ''

To a great extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the difference in economic status. The trine J's were `` from money '' with generations of refinement and tradition. Sara was `` working class '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical deviation. The Three J's were from northern European pedigree with pale peel, light hair, and Amytal eyes. Sara was always slightly unretentive, Sir Thomas More than slightly LE pale, and had dark hair and recondite brown oculus. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the difference in personality.

From their time in pre-school together, The Three J's were all alpha-females with warm personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their instructor. Sara, on the other hand, was more of a beta, Vasco da Gamma, or even delta personality and tended to defer to whatever The Three J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet little girl in the corner who never caused any problems in class. Still, The terzetto J's accepted her for what she was, or perhaps despite what she was. Conversely, she accepted The terzetto J's for what they were and accepted that she was n't quite their equal and would never be as tight as these three girl who had totally grown up together.

The tierce J's and an S are now college junior who elbow room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very modified fiscal means, cooks, cleans and keeps the apartment as her portion of the rent, utility program and food. Last January, The trinity J's and an S spent winter Break at a ski cabin time-shared by Joan 's Father. While there, Judy met Ron, Julie met Kevin, and Sara and Joan finally admitted to themselves what everyone else already knew ..., that they were strongly attracted to each other in a loving, D/s relationship.

We rejoin them respective weeks before the end of the school year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a bright, sunny, early April morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her mobile phone in hired hand and announced, `` I have some trade good news and some bad news. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen table finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her black velvet collar, was cleaning up the counter. All three turned to take care at Joan as she asked, `` What do you want get-go - the honest intelligence or the bad news ? ``

'' You may as well give us the bad news first, '' answered Julie. `` Since you just got off the phone with your dad, I assume this comes from him. ``

'' And from your parents, '' said Joan. `` My dad is just the spokesperson. ``

She paused a import before continuing. Then she said, `` The bad news is that we are not going anywhere over the summer. ``

Julie and Judy both groaned. Sara, who had been planning on staying in Ithiel Town and working some sort of summer job, stood quietly behind the two fille. She did n't want to depict her happiness that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

'' And the good news is ? ... '' asked Judy.

'' We do n't have to worry about getting some sort of internship onto our resume 's. '' answered Joan.

Julie, Judy and Sara all looked at her as Julie asked, `` And what does that have in mind ? ``

'' Our parents evidently got together death hebdomad and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real human beings experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strings and all three of us have paid internships at a local anaesthetic manufactory. I will be helping rewrite some expert manual of arms ; Judy will be playing sorcerer 's apprentice in the quality ascendence lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new electronic computer system for human resource. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a business internship would n't really be helpful for an unproblematic teacher, but a well-paying job on the factory floor would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer surrogate on the production line. It might be a small boring, but it will pay twice or maybe triple what you could pull in at that wait job you were looking at. ``

Sara was now free to smile and picture her happiness. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously less than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be able-bodied to spend a lot of time with Kevin this summertime, '' whined Julie. `` But they 're rectify, '' she continued. `` Sooner or later we have to do some form of internship. We might as well get it out of the way this summertime. ``

And so on the number 1 Monday of June, The Three J's and an S reported for study at `` Perfect Pets Plant identification number 7. '' Perfect positron emission tomography made and sold everything that you would ever necessitate for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. works act 7 was a food processing plant. It was extremely clear, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overwhelming feel of drying pet intellectual nourishment permeated the area. Even in the certain comfort of the office expanse, everything smelled vaguely of pork, beef, Pisces the Fishes, Indian corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` perfect Pet Pellets. ``

The beginning few weeks went by rather rapidly. The trey J's were obviously enjoying their new dangerous undertaking into the `` real number world. '' Sara, however, began to grow more and more withdrawn and tranquillise with each passing day. Although at first she would quite willingly portion what had happened in her day with Joan and the early J 's, recently she would n't even reply when ask how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to fatigue a nightshirt to bed that she did n't remove even when fixing breakfast for The Three J's.

The Three J 's experience very well that Sara was a submissive flasher who had no problem showing her soundbox to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment bare and would probably go to class naked if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her body, something was definitely wrong, and it had something to do with Perfect deary Plant Number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to meet her during their break so they could talk about the billet. `` Something is terribly improper, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't talk about it. She just curls up in a clump on the bed and cries. She wo n't let me refer her or hug her or anything. I think something happened to her or is happening to her at the works. ``

'' I have to go out onto the production level and take sample distribution several times a shift, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can encounter out anything. ``

'' I will go through the recent reports in the computer and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't know if they realized it, but they gave me a entire access password and I can get to anything on that system. It had to make been a mistake, but I 'm not going to tell them about it until the end of the summertime in case something comes up that I need that lots access. ``

'' OK, '' answered Joan. `` We meet here again tomorrow and comparison notes. I will try to tattle to her again tonight, but I do n't need to push it too far. ``

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When Judy went out into the product area to hire the mid-afternoon sample distribution, she intentionally changed her itinerary through the steaming and rattling machines so that she would end up in the area where Sara was working. She had hoped to see what Sara was doing, but when she got there Sara was nowhere to be seen.

A young Hispanic char was working as a bag filler on one of the older, fully manual political machine. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the sr. motorcar was a two person job. One person loaded empties onto the slideway and activated the dump, the other pulled the bag through the sealant, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a pallet. This missy was doing both.

'' Where 's Sara ? '' asked Judy.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning woman looked around with a very panicked look on her boldness. `` I must hold back up, '' she said with a heavy stress as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't fall behind in production or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a moment to study the woman 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radiocommunication and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag billet A-43. Something does n't seem good with the color and the odour seems a fiddling off. I want to verify mix and quality. ``

A muffled vocalization answered, `` Fifteen minute closure authorized. Remember to complete the note in the production logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the offspring woman as her automobile suddenly became silent. `` Maria is it ? Or do you prefer Blessed Virgin ? We can talk now. I know you are not supposed to be running this machine by yourself. Where is Sara ? She is a protagonist of mine. ``

'' Your friend is in practically very bad worry, '' answered Mary. `` She is in the supervisor 's bureau, but you can not help oneself her. Mr. Swanson is a powerful man ..., and he has many herculean friends. They do each other favors. I can say no more. ``

'' Mary, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he scare you so badly ? What might does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can enjoin me. I have to know in parliamentary procedure to help my champion. ``

She lowered her head and sobbed, `` My buddy are not. He knows. He will tell his admirer in immigration. Before Sara came, it was me in his position. I do n't bonk what he knows about Sara, but you can not aid her. He is muy poderoso jefe. ``

'' What happens in his office ? ``

Blessed Virgin stared at the story as she answered. `` Mr. Swanson is a very evil man. He treats everyone very well and everyone thinks he is a great person, but he picks out one or two people who are frail ... or have secret. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do terrible thing. ``

'' What kind of tremendous things ? ``

maria stared silently at the base, so Judy continued,"I need to know what is happening to my ally .... so I can help her ... and you. ``

'' The first time he called me to his berth, he told me that I was wearing too much clothing and that I should leave my underwear with him. I did n't require to, but he knew my comrade 's names and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to visit his Quaker and my blood brother would be in jail until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the bathroom and fetch him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will strip naked right here and hand it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me abide there and turn slowly around so that he could stare at my soundbox. Finally he let me go back to work. Before I left his office, he said, 'Make sure there is nothing under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The succeeding day, nada happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at quitting time - he called me into his spot. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in front of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure your mother would wish to see this, would n't she ? One dog and that picture goes straight to the village electronic mail account. I 'm sure mortal will show it to her .'''

'' He laughed as I stood there crying. 'What do you want ?''' I asked. ``

'' He smiled at me .'I just want what every man wants ,'he said. Then he pointed down at his fork. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me well-chosen or your brother can see your naked ass exposure when they finally get back to your dreary ass village .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her write up. Madonna was now weeping heavily and choking out her intelligence. `` I have become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants. The tv camera in his business office issue television. Each sentence is worse than the last. So that he would n't indicate my small town the picture show of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't evince the video of that, I allowed him to be intimate me. So that he would n't show the video of that to my fellowship, I let him hump my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not help your Friend. She will soon be his esclava intimate like I am. Mr. Gloria Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too mightily. You can not help her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have top executive, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her radio and spoke, `` Composition is slightly short, but within tolerances. I recommend cutting the note speed to one half for the relief of the shift to prevent powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to make up the proper notation on the production schedules. ``

Judy smiled up at Blessed Virgin. `` Now you can keep up with your production quota without a trouble. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Gloria Swanson calls Sara to his government agency, I want you to page me. Do n't promise me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a observe up sampling is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the but one who will hear it. I also have powerful ally, Calophyllum longifolium. You will be dependable after tomorrow. ``

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Judy hurried back to her lab and called Julie and Joan to let them know what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could peach Jeff, the in-house nerd, into pulling up the security photographic camera feeds from the supervisor 's office in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that agency, he shrugged his shoulders and replied, `` I would love to facilitate you, but I would need a full admission password to open the security measures video recording channels, and they do n't give those out to subordinate techs like me. '' He then typewrite something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a security sign-in screen that said in bold face letter, `` Supervisor Level Password Required. ``

'' Let 's try my password, '' answered Julie as she moved Jeff over slightly so that she could participate her password on his keyboard. `` My aunty gave me three 'nevers'when she set up my countersign. Never draw a blank it ; never change it ; and never indicate it to anyone. ``

The projection screen flickered slightly and a carte appeared listing all of the security cameras in the intact works, including the office and security place expanse. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you have sex to get that kind of password ? ``

'' It 's sort of complicated, '' answered Julie, `` but I think it was a mistake. ``

Jeff selected the camera labeled `` Office - product Area A, '' and an image appeared on the screen. It was Mr. Swanson working at his desk. No one else was in the office.

'' That ca n't be veracious, '' said Julie. `` I know Sara is in there. ``

'' That 's what the computer is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security measures tv camera record to a limited effort that uploads nightly to offsite repositing. It was all set up by the security company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a little time impression in the recession of the image that the estimator puts on the mental image as it records. ``

Jeff held his hand so that he was pointing to the corner of the filmdom. He and Julie watched as the clock time stereotype slowly counted out the minutes and seconds. `` Wait a bit, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

'' What do you mean ? '' asked Julie.

'' See that car in the setting ? The one just outside the berth window ? ``

Julie leaned in close and nodded her forefront yes.

'' That is one of the new machinelike bagger. I political platform them. All the hustler has to do is put the bag on the slideway. The machine filling, folds, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the palette a after part turn after each bag. That automobile is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to earmark a facelift hustler to change pallets."

He squinted carefully at the screenland. `` And the height of the stack on the pallet is n't changing. ``

He studied the icon on his Monitor for various proceedings. `` This is a coil range of a function ! '' he suddenly shouted. See how that bag suddenly disappears and reappears about every four minutes ? ``

'' Is there any way to see the real video ? '' asked Julie.

'' I would need access to the raw video feed, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na materialize because the only way I could do that is if I had the overthrow code. ``

'' What 's an overrule codification ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen digit number that is built into the base operating system of the figurer. If you have it, you can overthrow any and all watchword and special limitation from instruction command prompt. But only the really big bosses even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the chief programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any former way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a captain password, you can use the overide key. That is the number 1 four finger of the code. With a original parole and the nullification key, the computing device generates the rest of the code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a passkey password, without the override key Fibonacci start sequence there is no way I could do anything. You do n't go on to know the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

'' My word is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a weird Bible that was well-situated to remember. Try 3839. ``

Jeff typed several dictation on his keyboard and then muttered, `` Oh my God. I 'm in at base statement storey. '' He typed various control into his console and then turned to Julie.

'' The pilot TV is going into several shroud booklet. There are a lot of TV stored there, including the grummet that is replacing the camera provender. They have limited password and look like they can be accessed only from one internal and three outside tie. ''

He clicked on one of the brochure and then turned to Julie with a take aback face on his human face. `` I do n't remember you really want to see this, '' he said softly.

'' Yes, I do, '' answered Julie firmly. `` Sara is my friend and she is in some kind of very life-threatening trouble. ``

Jeff moved away from the monitor so Julie could see the figure of speech as the video played on the filmdom. Sara was naked and lying across Mr. Swanson 's desk as he thrust into her upset ass. `` That 's decent, '' said Julie. Can you copy those data file off onto something for me ? ``

'' Normally I would say'No, the system wo n't let me .'But with your magic countersign I think anything is possible. give me one of those small cases over there. ``

A few here and now later, Julie placed the minor conveyance drive in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the phone on Jeff 's desk to call her father. After a few quiesce password, she handed the headphone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to let the cat out of the bag to you. He said you would need the master OKFIB for the companywide network to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could confide you. I told him that I did. Do n't disappoint me. He said he needs to share some former passwords and address with you that no one else can ever know. ``

Jeff 's eyes were very wide as Julie handed him the phone and turned and left the billet to pass to her lab.

Later that evening, The ternary J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's information processing system was set up to display on the large screen. `` There is something we have to show you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, soft hot seat that sat in presence of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the video began with her entering Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson 's office and removing her wear. She folded each slice carefully and laid it on the board next to the door. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not strange for her. What was unusual was that her ass cheeks were mottled with weal and old bruises.

Mr. Swanson pointed to his crotch and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his wooden leg. Unzipping his bloomers, she freed his somewhat large prick, which was totally hitch and flaccid. She took it into her oral fissure and soon it was stiff and prepare. He slapped her on the top of her head teacher and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Swanson stood up and moved between her legs. There was no sound, but her sidesplitter was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't go long, but to Sara it must have seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp prick from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a button on a small remote. Suddenly there was phone in the video.

Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson 's voiced boomed out of the idiot box. `` I 'll rate you a seven for today, cunt. '' He smiled coldly at her and then looked up and smiled at the camera. `` You know what that means, do n't you ? ``

'' Yes, Mr. Gloria Swanson, '' answered Sara. `` It means three with your bang. ``

'' Maybe you will eventually mold your way up to a ten and you will be able to go back to the floor without any punishment .... '' He smiled again and added with a leer, `` ... but I doubt that. ``

Sara again took her place leaning over the desk. Mr. Gloria Swanson removed the belt from his pants and doubled it in his hands. `` numeration them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A grand `` Crack ! '' echoed from the telly loudspeaker system, followed by Sara 's croak and trembling voice, `` One. ``

Another `` Crack ! '' was followed shortly by `` Two. ``

'' Crack ! ``

'' leash. ``

'' You can go back to the storey now. retrieve what happens if you tell anyone about this ! ``

Sara slowly picked up her apparel from the mesa and dressed herself. Then moving carefully as if in bother, she left the office. The TV ended shortly thereafter.

Joan cradled Sara in her blazon as she sobbed and wept for many bit. When her crying began to subside, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Maria 's brothers to threaten her and keep her tranquilize. What is he using to control you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our whole lives. He has access code to our college phonograph record. He has entree to our credit write up. He even has admission to your parent 's tax record book. I do n't handle about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will destroy The tercet J's, and your class. ``

Sara stood up and faced The trio J's. `` He has very muscular champion. He can modify your school platter. He can change your parent 's tax phonograph record. He can even erase any book that you were ever born. I could n't tell you. He said that if I did, he would call his booster and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very brawny friends would revenge against you. ``

'' The Three J's have some herculean acquaintance, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his post, mare will give notice Julie and she will call Judy and me. We should be there by the time you have to go in, but if we 're not, when you go into his authority, just stand by the doorway. Do n't drive off your wearable, and do n't say anything to him unless you absolutely have to. Let The troika J's handle this. ``

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The following day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the production floor and told Sara to come to his federal agency in fifteen transactions. He continued to ascertain her through the office windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some extra old bag alongside the political machine so Maria could take over.

What he did not notice was mare picking up the base phone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the entire facility, a squawky substance came over the speakers, `` Reminder to Judy that a follow up sample is needed on A-43. ``

As Sara entered Mr. Swanson 's situation, Julie, Judy and Joan followed her in.

'' What is this ? '' sputtered Mr. Swanson. I did n't call for you three. Go back to your jobs. If Sara has said anything to you, then you know that I have very powerful friends and am not to be messed with. ``

'' To use an facial expression of my forefather 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the haywire tree diagram this time. ``

'' You 're the tree I will piss on, '' he said with a sneer, looking directly as Sara.

Julie took a small notebook computer from her pocket. `` Dr. William Henry Walcott, prof of psychological science ... Dismissed for abusing female educatee under the guise of research into slavish behavior. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very good at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to retain everything quiet, so you pled guilty and accepted mandatary counseling and chemical group therapy. But seven month after you started therapy, suddenly all records of your crime ... and of your life disappeared ... So did you. Two other member of your therapy radical disappeared at the Lapp fourth dimension - two brothers who were expert hackers with a impuissance for kiddie pornography. Their records also disappeared with them. ``

Mr Swanson - Henry Walcott - picked up his speech sound. `` I warned you not to try anything. I guess I have to let my admirer know what is happening. ``

He punched several clitoris on the phone. nada happened.

'' You are right, Dr. Walcott, '' said Judy softly. `` Sara is a very submissive personality. '' Her vocalization became harsher and louder as she added, `` But she is our submissive ... The Three J's and an S. She is our submissive ! She trusts us, and we protect her ! And The Three J's are NOT submissive ! ! ! ``

henry stared at her with an look that combined anger and disdain. Julie took over and continued where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more right friends than you have. ``

As if to punctuate her comment, the plant-wide paging system boomed out. `` This is Mrs Harriet Walker, the plant super. All actor are to leave the plant quickly and in good fiat. You have time to stop by the changing suite, but do not finish to shower. We have a post in the chilling system that could become dangerous in a few hr and are evacuating the plant before beginning fixture. All employees will be paid for the entire shift. ``

Henry stared out the post windows as all car came to a stoppage and workers started filing to the exits. `` That was my aunt, '' explained Julie.

H attempted to say something, but his mouth merely opened and closed like a angle flopping on the dockage. Julie smiled and continued, `` My father is CEO of the parent corporation that owns perfective tense Pets. ``

'' And my founder is majority store holder, '' added Judy.

'' Mine is primary Legal Officer, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in strawman of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all accession to your slight videos. Brian and billy club got a sojourn from homeland security early this break of the day. They thought it was safe to memory access the plant network directly rather than through all the proxy they use for hacking. They are very good cyberpunk. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government scheme. It seems that the FBI and country of origin Security have been trying for calendar month to visualize out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computing device arrangement, but the transfer way of life were too well concealed. However, once they had the opprobrious net URLS and hidden IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into place. I think Billy and Brian's new reference will be an undisclosed secure prison locating with no windows and no computer memory access - except what the Government might want them to feature .'''

Judy reached over and turned Henry 's chair so that he was facing her. `` That foreman at Plant issue 16 in Guadalajara who was supplying data on the Hispanics working here was arrested by Mexican say-so this first light. He made the mistake of trying to run. They do n't take in that very well down there. He will probably live, but it will be a recollective metre before he ever sees the sun again. ``

Joan spun his chair another quarter turn. `` And that senatorial aide who took concern of thing for you in American capital ... he lost ascendancy of his car on the beltway this morning and died in the resulting accident. That was n't really part of dad 's plan, but you can never tell how far politician will go to avoid a really foul scandal. ``

Sara turned his chair back so that he was facing her. `` landing strip ! '' she said.

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't move, she walked over to the door and opened it. Maria and two other charwoman walked in. They were followed by eight large, angry-looking Mexican men.

Sara spoke again, `` You know Maria and Sofie and Carmen. I do n't recall you have met their pal. I said, 'Strip !'''

Henry stood and fumbled with his clothing with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to Henry 's desk, removed her slacks and sat down in his chairwoman. She pointed at her genitals and said, `` Let 's see how good a job you can do. '' She then scooted down and unfold her peg to expose her pussy.

William Henry looked around the room and started to abuse towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight brothers. Defeated, he sank to his knee joint and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few consequence, she began to groan softly and grabbed his mind to force him tighter into her crotch. Soon she was using his whisker to pull his face across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thighs and held his head tightly between her legs with her hands. After a few present moment, he began to struggle for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the storey gasping for breath.

Maria stepped forward. She was still fully clothed, but now had a strap-on hanging in front line of her. `` I think you know the position, '' she said in her heavily accented English.

Again Henry looked for potential escape, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his berth. He leaned over the edge of his own desk as Calophyllum longifolium stepped between his legs and thrust forward with the severely, pliant peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to discover him, everyone would possess heard his scream. As it was, the security guard at the William Henry Gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to ignore anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by individual with the decent notch phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's screams and cries subsided and Calophyllum longifolium stopped her attack on his ass.

'' I give you a zero for that, '' muttered Maria and she spat on his back.

'' I would charge per unit you at half, '' added Sara, so the average is still zero. `` You know what that means, do n't you, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is ? ``

Henry remained silent.

'' I said, 'You know what that means, do n't you ?''' yelled Sara.

'' It means ten swats with the bang, '' he answered weakly.

'' That 's exactly what it means, '' answered Sara. `` But since I do n't think I could swing hard enough and neither could Maria, we are going to let the crony handle this. By the way, extra exemption paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now legal with valid Green add-in. ``

Two of the magnanimous Mexican men came over and forced Henry 's chest onto the desk. One of the others slipped off his belt and doubled it up in his hand.

'' They 've seen the videos, '' said Joan, `` so they know how it is supposed to be done. ``

There was a loud `` quip ! '' and a screeching from Henry.

Nine more fracture echoed through the room, each was followed by a prospicient scream from the former level supervisor. When the foremost pal was finished, he took the place of one of the men holding Henry down on the desk.

Ten more gap echoed through the room. Again, each was followed by screams.

Each of the brothers took their turn with the belt. After the 4th brother, there were no more screams, just diminished whimpers. After the final stage Brother was finished, the three Mexican women and their brothers left the office.

Julie lifted Patrick Henry 's psyche from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hours to turn yourself into the law under your own, true epithet. If you do not, we will find you, and we will fork up you to Calophyllum longifolium 's village in Mexico. I think they will be glad to see you. ``

Judy continued the pedagogy, `` If you attempt to severalize anyone what has happened to you here today, your criminal record will be changed to indicate that you are a convicted paedophile who has escaped from prison ..., and you know what will materialise to you when they take you back inside. ``

henry 's heart were all-embracing with fear as Joan finished with, `` Your bank accounts are empty-bellied. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your house has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no place you can run that we can not get you. ``

henry rolled off the desk and lay face up on the office floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her face. She stood up and walked over to where Henry lay. Standing over him with one fundament on either side of his face, she let loose with a inundation of water which she swept up and down his trunk by rocking her pelvis back and Forth River. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- song voice, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

As she picked up her slacks to coiffe, she turned back to cheek him and added, `` Julie 's right. You definitely pissed up the wrong Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree when you took on The Three J's and an S. ''

Joan looked down at him and gave one net instruction. `` You have five moment to be out of the plant or the security guards will choose you down as an armed and life-threatening trespasser. I think you know what caller insurance policy is in that consideration. ``

Julie and Judy then said together, `` Leave ! Now ! While you still can ! ``

Grabbing his vesture from the floor around him, he staggered slowly out of the office.

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The relief of the summer was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of pinnace loving care and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her normal bubbly, naked self. A week after Mr Gloria May Josephine Svensson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the police force, there was a `` family coming together '' with The Three J's and their parents along with Sara and her mother.

'' We were n't sure what was going on in the plant, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly unseasonable. We arranged for Julie to have a master countersign in hopes that you might stumble across something and let us know. We really did n't expect you to handle it so well more or less on your own. ``

'' It was n't exactly on our own, '' answered Joan. `` After we contacted you, you pulled a lot of strings behind the vista to make matter happen. We just take with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the strings tied to you, '' said her father. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to trust Joan and the other Js. They will facilitate you regardless of what anyone else says or threatens. With our backing, they have the power to act ... and they know how to use that tycoon. ``

He set his hand on Sara 's berm and looked directly into her eyes as he added, `` Someday people will speak in awe of The tercet J's and their fast S. Just do n't let it go to your head before you finish college. ``

turn to expression Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another year of undergraduate, and there are some expectant years yet to go before you get your doctor's degree. I am sure you have many adventures yet to total. ``

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