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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kindergarten. When their female parent car pooled for schoolhouse events, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The III J's. '' Teachers, and most of the community soon started referring to them as `` The III J's. '' In the fourth tier, Sara 's mother went to work for Julie 's mother as a 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 residential area as `` The Three J 's and an S. ''

To a great extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the deviation in economic status. The Three J's were `` from money '' with generations of refinement and custom. 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 store with pale skin, Light hair, and blue oculus. Sara was always slightly shorter, more than slightly LE pale, and had dark hair and deeply chocolate-brown eye. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the dispute in personality.

From their clip in pre-school together, The Three J's were all alpha-females with impregnable personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their teachers. Sara, on the other hired hand, was more of a beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to defer to whatever The Three J's said or did. Sara was always the pipe down niggling young lady in the quoin who never caused any job in class. Still, The Three J's accepted her for what she was, or perhaps despite what she was. Conversely, she accepted The Three J's for what they were and accepted that she was n't quite their be and would never be as airless as these three girls who had totally grown up together.

The leash J's and an S are now college Jnr who room together in an off-campus flat. Sara, who has very limited financial mean value, cooks, cleans and keeps the flat as her percentage of the rent, utilities and food. Last Jan, The tercet 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 roll in the hay ..., that they were strongly attracted to each early in a loving, D/s kinship.

We rejoin them several weeks before the end of the schooling year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a smart, sunny, early on April aurora when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in bridge player and announced, `` I have some good intelligence 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 comeback. All three turned to take care at Joan as she asked, `` What do you desire first - the honorable news or the bad news ? ``

'' You may as well reach us the bad intelligence 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 moment before continuing. Then she said, `` The bad news program is that we are not going anywhere over the summertime. ``

Julie and Judy both groaned. Sara, who had been planning on staying in Town and working some form of summer job, stood quietly behind the two girls. She did n't want to show 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 cause 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 mean ? ``

'' Our parents evidently got together lastly hebdomad and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real creation experience before we graduated .'They pulled some bowed stringed instrument and all three of us have paid internships at a topical anaesthetic factory. I will be helping rewrite some technical foul manual ; Judy will be playing necromancer 's apprentice in the quality control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new reckoner system for human imagination. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a business internship would n't really be helpful for an elementary teacher, but a well-paying job on the manufactory story would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer replacement on the output assembly line. It might be a petty boring, but it will pay twice or maybe triple what you could make at that wait job you were looking at. ``

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

And so on the first of all Mon of June, The deuce-ace J's and an S reported for work at `` Perfect Pets Plant telephone number 7. '' perfective tense favorite made and sold everything that you would ever need for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant telephone number 7 was a solid food processing plant. It was extremely clean house, and the temperature and humidness were very well controlled, but the whelm tone of drying pet nutrient permeated the area. Even in the certain solace of the berth area, everything smelled vaguely of pork, squawk, Pisces the Fishes, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet Pellets. ``

The get-go few weeks went by rather rapidly. The deuce-ace J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` real number populace. '' Sara, however, began to acquire more and More withdrawn and quiet with each departure day. Although at starting time she would quite willingly portion what had happened in her day with Joan and the early J 's, recently she would n't even answer when asked how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to wear a nightshirt to bed that she did n't transfer even when fixing breakfast for The III J's.

The leash J 's sleep with very well that Sara was a subservient exhibitionist who had no problem showing her eubstance to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment raw and would probably go to class raw if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her torso, something was definitely wrongly, and it had something to do with Perfect positron emission tomography Plant figure 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to meet her during their break so they could talk about the situation. `` Something is terribly wrong, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't talk about it. She just curls up in a ball on the bed and vociferation. She wo n't let me reach her or hug her or anything. I think something happened to her or is happening to her at the plant life. ``

'' I have to go out onto the production storey and exact sampling several metre a shift, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can regain out anything. ``

'' I will go through the late reports in the data processor and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't acknowledge if they realized it, but they gave me a full approach password and I can get to anything on that arrangement. It had to induce been a mistake, but I 'm not going to evidence them about it until the end of the summer in type something comes up that I need that lots access. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the production field to call for the mid-afternoon sample distribution, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling machines so that she would end up in the arena 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 woman was working as a bag makeweight on one of the senior, fully manual political machine. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the quondam machines was a two person job. One person loaded empties onto the slideway and activated the dump, the other pulled the bag through the sealer, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a palette. This miss was doing both.

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

The new cleaning woman looked around with a very frightened face on her typeface. `` I must keep up, '' she said with a weighty accent 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 read the woman 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radio and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag line A-43. Something does n't look powerful with the colouring and the olfactory sensation seems a little off. I want to verify mix and lineament. ``

A muffled vox answered, `` 15 minute closedown authorized. Remember to complete the notation in the output logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the young woman as her simple machine suddenly became mum. `` Calophyllum longifolium is it ? Or do you prefer Mary ? We can talk now. I know you are not supposed to be running this machine by yourself. Where is Sara ? She is a Quaker of mine. ``

'' Your friend is in much very bad trouble, '' answered The Virgin. `` She is in the executive program 's position, but you can not serve her. Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson is a mighty man ..., and he has many brawny 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 power does Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson have over you ? You can evidence me. I have to experience in ordination to avail my acquaintance. ``

She lowered her head and sobbed, `` My pal are not. He knows. He will tell his booster in immigration. Before Sara came, it was me in his office. I do n't have sex what he knows about Sara, but you can not help oneself her. He is muy poderoso jefe. ``

'' What happens in his berth ? ``

Mary stared at the floor as she answered. `` Mr. Swanson is a very evil man. He treats everyone very well and everyone thinks he is a great soul, but he picks out one or two people who are feeble ... or have secrets. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do frightful things. ``

'' What kind of terrible matter ? ``

Maria stared silently at the floor, so Judy continued,"I need to make love what is happening to my Quaker .... so I can assist her ... and you. ``

'' The get-go clip he called me to his office, he told me that I was wearing too much clothing and that I should leave my underwear with him. I did n't want to, but he knew my pal 's gens and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to send for his Friend and my brother would be in jail until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the bathroom and wreak him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will strip au naturel rightfulness here and hand it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me stand there and deform slowly around so that he could stare at my torso. Finally he let me go back to work. Before I left his position, he said, 'Make sure there is null under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to learn .'''

'' The succeeding day, nothing happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon rift - almost at quitting time - he called me into his position. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in straw man of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure enough your mother would care to see this, would n't she ? One click and that picture goes straight to the village email accounting. I 'm sure enough someone 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 crotch. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me happy or your brothers can see your defenseless ass pictures when they finally get back to your sorry ass village .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her storey. Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her words. `` I have become his esclava - striver. He uses me however he wants. The camera in his office take video recording. Each time is tough than the last. So that he would n't bear witness my village the pictorial matter of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't designate the video of that, I allowed him to have a go at it me. So that he would n't express the telecasting of that to my fellowship, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not help your ally. She will soon be his esclava sexual like I am. Mr. Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too powerful. You can not help her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have tycoon, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her receiving set and spoke, `` composing is slightly light, but within allowance. I recommend cutting the seam speed to one half for the rest period of the shift to prevent powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to make the proper notations on the output docket. ``

Judy smiled up at Mary. `` Now you can sustain up with your production quota without a job. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Gloria May Josephine Svensson calls Sara to his federal agency, I want you to foliate me. Do n't call me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a follow up sample is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the only one who will pick up it. I also have powerful Friend, mare. You will be safe 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 babble out Jeff, the in-house grind, into pulling up the security camera feeds from the executive program 's office in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that part, he shrugged his shoulders and replied, `` I would hump to help you, but I would need a full accession password to open the security television groove, and they do n't give those out to low-level techs like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a surety sign-in covert that said in bold letters, `` supervisory program Level Password Required. ``

'' Let 's try my parole, '' answered Julie as she moved Jeff over slightly so that she could infix her word on his keyboard. `` My auntie gave me three 'nevers'when she set up my word. Never forget it ; never change it ; and never show it to anyone. ``

The screen flickered slightly and a carte appeared listing all of the security system cameras in the entire plant, including the office and security office areas. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you cognise to get that kind of countersign ? ``

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

Jeff selected the tv camera labeled `` agency - product sphere 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 right field, '' said Julie. `` I know Sara is in there. ``

'' That 's what the computer is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security cameras record to a particular drive that uploads nightly to offsite storage. It was all set up by the security company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a piffling time pestle in the box of the image that the computing machine puts on the picture as it records. ``

Jeff held his hand so that he was pointing to the corner of the projection screen. He and Julie watched as the time stamp slowly counted out the minute and seconds. `` Wait a second, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

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

'' See that auto in the background ? The one just outside the office window ? ``

Julie leaned in airless and nodded her head yes.

'' That is one of the new automatic baggers. I program them. All the operator has to do is put the bag on the chute. The machine filling, folds, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the palette a quarter bend after each bag. That machine is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to allow a elevator operator to change pallets."

He squinted carefully at the silver screen. `` And the pinnacle of the stack on the pallet is n't changing. ``

He studied the image on his reminder for several minute of arc. `` This is a looped look-alike ! '' 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 ask access to the raw telecasting provender, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na happen because the only way I could do that is if I had the overturn codification. ``

'' What 's an override code ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen digit number that is built into the base operating system of the computing machine. If you have it, you can override any and all password and especial restriction from statement prompt. But only the really big knob even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the chief computer programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a superior countersign, you can use the overide key. That is the first four dactyl of the code. With a master copy password and the nullification key, the computer generates the rest of the code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a master watchword, without the nullification key Fibonacci start episode there is no way I could do anything. You do n't happen to get it on the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

'' My password is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a unearthly news that was easy to remember. Try 3839. ``

Jeff typed several commands on his keyboard and then muttered, `` Oh my God. I 'm in at radix mastery horizontal surface. '' He typed several commands into his cabinet and then turned to Julie.

'' The original telecasting is going into various hidden folders. There are a lot of video stored there, including the eyelet that is replacing the camera feed. They have exceptional passwords and look like they can be accessed only from one internal and three external tie-in. ''

He clicked on one of the folders and then turned to Julie with a shocked facial expression on his face. `` I do n't call up you really want to see this, '' he said softly.

'' Yes, I do, '' answered Julie firmly. `` Sara is my ally and she is in some kind of very grievous trouble. ``

Jeff moved away from the monitor so Julie could see the image as the video played on the covert. Sara was naked and lying across Mr. Gloria Swanson 's desk as he thrust into her tip-tilted ass. `` That 's adequate, '' said Julie. Can you copy those files off onto something for me ? ``

'' Normally I would say'No, the organisation wo n't let me .'But with your charming password I think anything is possible. Hand me one of those small cases over there. ``

A few present moment later, Julie placed the modest transfer thrust in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the earpiece on Jeff 's desk to call her founder. After a few tranquility words, she handed the earphone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to tattle to you. He said you would necessitate the sea captain OKFIB for the companywide network to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could trust you. I told him that I did. Do n't disappoint me. He said he needs to contribution some former passwords and address with you that no one else can ever have sex. ``

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

Later that evening, The tierce J's called Sara into the TV elbow room. Joan 's computer 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, indulgent president that sat in front of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the video began with her entering Mr. Swanson 's bureau and removing her vesture. She folded each piece of music carefully and laid it on the table next to the door. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not unusual for her. What was unusual was that her ass cheeks were mottled with welts and old bruises.

Mr. Gloria Swanson pointed to his genitalia and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his peg. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat declamatory prick, which was totally limp and flaccid. She took it into her rima oris and soon it was stiff and fix. He slapped her on the top of her head and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Swanson stood up and moved between her pegleg. There was no auditory sensation, but her wow was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't last long, but to Sara it must bear seemed like an timeless existence. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp putz from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a push on a pocket-size remote. Suddenly there was sound in the video.

Mr. Swanson 's voiced boomed out of the television. `` I 'll rate you a seven for today, pussy. '' He smiled coldly at her and then looked up and smiled at the tv camera. `` You know what that means, do n't you ? ``

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

'' Maybe you will eventually solve your way up to a ten and you will be able-bodied to go back to the level without any penalisation .... '' He smiled again and added with a sneer, `` ... but I doubt that. ``

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

A tremendous `` fissure ! '' echoed from the television speaker, followed by Sara 's exit and trembling voice, `` One. ``

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

'' fling ! ``

'' terzetto. ``

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

Sara slowly picked up her clothes from the tabular array and dressed herself. Then moving carefully as if in pain in the neck, she left the post. The television ended shortly thereafter.

Joan cradled Sara in her implements of war as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her crying began to lessen, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Maria 's brothers to jeopardise her and hold on her quiet. What is he using to hold in you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our totally lives. He has admission to our college record book. He has access to our credit rating theme. He even has access code to your parent 's tax records. I do n't deal about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will destruct The Three J's, and your family unit. ``

Sara stood up and faced The tierce J's. `` He has very hefty Quaker. He can vary your school platter. He can change your parent 's tax records. He can even rub out any criminal record that you were ever born. I could n't tell you. He said that if I did, he would call his friends and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very herculean friends would revenge against you. ``

'' The deuce-ace J's have some potent supporter, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his office, Maria will notify Julie and she will call Judy and me. We should be there by the sentence you have to go in, but if we 're not, when you go into his office, just stand by the door. Do n't take off your clothing, and do n't say anything to him unless you absolutely have to. Let The Three J's wield this. ``

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The future day, shortly after tiffin, Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson walked out onto the production floor and told Sara to get to his government agency in 15 minutes. He continued to catch her through the situation windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some extra bags alongside the machine so mare could take over.

What he did not observance was Maria picking up the floor phone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the entire adroitness, a squawky message came over the speakers, `` monitor to Judy that a follow up sample is needed on A-43. ``

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

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

'' To use an grammatical construction of my father 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the legal injury Tree this sentence. ``

'' You 're the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree I will piddle on, '' he said with a sneer, looking directly as Sara.

Julie took a minuscule notebook computer from her pocket. `` Dr. Patrick Henry Walcott, professor of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female students under the guise of research into slavish doings. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very good at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to keep everything quiet, so you pled guilty and swallow mandatory counsel and group therapy. But seven calendar month after you started therapy, suddenly all record book of your crime ... and of your lifetime disappeared ... So did you. Two other penis of your therapy chemical group disappeared at the same time - two brothers who were practiced hackers with a weakness for kiddie porn. Their records also disappeared with them. ``

Mr Gloria May Josephine Svensson - Henry Walcott - picked up his headphone. `` I warned you not to try anything. I guess I have to let my friends know what is happening. ``

He punched respective clitoris on the phone. naught happened.

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

Patrick Henry stared at her with an locution that combined see red and contempt. Julie took over and continued where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more powerful friends than you have. ``

As if to accentuate her remarks, the plant-wide page number scheme boomed out. `` This is Mrs Harriet Walker, the flora superintendent. All workers are to leave the plant quickly and in good order. You have prison term to stop by the changing suite, but do not lay off to shower. We have a situation in the cooling scheme that could get unsafe in a few hours and are evacuating the works before beginning reparation. All employees will be paid for the stallion shift. ``

Henry stared out the office windows as all auto came to a halt and worker started filing to the exits. `` That was my aunt, '' explained Julie.

Patrick Henry attempted to say something, but his mouth merely opened and closed like a Pisces the Fishes flopping on the dock. Julie smiled and continued, `` My Father of the Church is CEO of the parent corporation that owns perfective tense Pets. ``

'' And my father is legal age stock bearer, '' added Judy.

'' Mine is Chief Legal police officer, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in front of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your little television. Brian and Billy got a visit from homeland security early this morning. They thought it was safe to approach the works network directly rather than through all the procurator they use for hacking. They are very good hacker. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government systems. It seems that the FBI and country of origin Security have been trying for months to figure out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computer systems, but the transfer itinerary were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net uniform resource locator and blot out IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into topographic point. I think Billy and Brian's new address will be an unrevealed secure prison positioning with no windows and no computer access - except what the Government might want them to suffer .'''

Judy reached over and turned Henry 's chairperson so that he was facing her. `` That foreman at flora act 16 in Guadalajara who was supplying data on the Hispanic American working here was arrested by Mexican authorisation this good morning. He made the misunderstanding of trying to run. They do n't ingest that very well down there. He will probably last, but it will be a long time before he ever sees the sun again. ``

Joan spun his chair another quarter turn. `` And that senatorial aide who took guardianship of affair for you in Evergreen State ... he lost control of his car on the beltway this morning and died in the leave accident. That was n't really portion of dad 's plan, but you can never tell how far politician will go to avoid a really nasty scandal. ``

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

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

Sara spoke again, `` You know mare and Sofie and Carmen. I do n't think you have met their Brother. I said, 'Strip !'''

Henry stood and fumbled with his vesture with shaking hands.

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

Henry looked around the elbow room and started to ill-treat towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight brothers. Defeated, he sank to his knees and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few moments, she began to moan softly and grabbed his school principal to hale him tighter into her genitalia. 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 pegleg with her bridge player. After a few consequence, he began to struggle for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the trading floor gasping for breath.

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

Again henry looked for potential escape, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the sharpness of his own desk as Maria stepped between his peg and poke forward with the arduous, formative peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to take heed him, everyone would consume heard his thigh-slapper. As it was, the security guards at the gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to snub anything and everything unless they were called into the plant life by someone with the flop pass phrase.

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

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

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

Patrick Henry remained silent.

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

'' It means ten swats with the belt, '' 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 mare, we are going to let the buddy handle this. By the way, special freedom paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now legal with valid green cards. ``

Two of the bombastic Mexican men came over and forced H 's bureau onto the desk. One of the others slipped off his rap and doubled it up in his hand.

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

There was a loud `` Crack ! '' and a scream from Henry.

niner more than tornado echoed through the room, each was followed by a farseeing scream from the former floor executive program. When the first brother was finished, he took the piazza of one of the men holding Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the blood brother took their turn with the belt. After the fourth sidekick, there were no more screams, just lowly whine. After the live on brother was finished, the three Mexican women and their brothers left the office.

Julie lifted Henry 's head from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hours to change by reversal yourself into the police under your own, admittedly name. If you do not, we will find you, and we will save you to mare 's Village in United Mexican States. I think they will be happy to see you. ``

Judy continued the operating instructions, `` If you attempt to tell anyone what has happened to you here today, your records will be changed to indicate that you are a convicted pedophile who has escaped from prison house ..., and you know what will happen to you when they take you back inside. ``

henry 's eyes were wide with reverence as Joan finished with, `` Your banking company accounts are vacuous. 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 notice you. ``

Henry rolled off the desk and lay grimace up on the power floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her face. She stood up and walked over to where Joseph Henry lay. Standing over him with one substructure on either incline of his brass, she let loose with a flowage of urine which she swept up and down his body by rocking her pelvis back and Forth. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- Sung dynasty voice, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

As she picked up her morass to dress, she turned back to cheek him and added, `` Julie 's rightfield. 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 final instruction. `` You have five moment to be out of the plant life or the security system guards will take you down as an armed and dangerous intruder. I think you know what ship's company policy is in that circumstance. ``

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

Grabbing his clothing from the level around him, he staggered slowly out of the office.

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The rest of the summertime was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of cutter loving tutelage and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her normal bubbly, naked ego. A week after Mr Swanson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the police, there was a `` kin meeting '' with The Three J's and their parents along with Sara and her mother.

'' We were n't certainly what was going on in the flora, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly faulty. We arranged for Julie to have a master password in Hope that you might stumble across something and let us know. We really did n't look you to manage 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 scenes to make things hap. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have got the strings tied to you, '' said her Padre. `` 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 backup, they have the superpower to act ... and they know how to use that magnate. ``

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

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

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