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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kindergarten. When their mother car pooled for school upshot, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The III J's. '' instructor, and most of the community soon started referring to them as `` The threesome J's. '' In the fourth gradation, Sara 's female parent went to puzzle out for Julie 's mother as a 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 to the highest degree of the residential district as `` The leash J 's and an S. ''

To a great extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the departure in economic status. The trinity J's were `` from money '' with generations of nuance and tradition. Sara was `` working stratum '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an foreigner. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical divergence. The Three J's were from northern European stock with pale skin, light hairsbreadth, and blue optic. Sara was always slightly myopic, More than slightly less pale, and had dark hair's-breadth and deep brown eyes. 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 strong personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their teacher. Sara, on the other hand, was more of a beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to put off to whatever The Three J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet lilliputian girl in the box who never caused any problems in family. Still, The threesome 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 equate and would never be as shut down as these three girls who had totally grown up together.

The trey J's and an S are now college Jnr who room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very throttle fiscal mean value, Captain Cook, cleans and keeps the apartment as her share of the rip, utilities and food. in conclusion Jan, The triad J's and an S spent wintertime Break at a ski cabin time-shared by Joan 's Fatherhood. 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 early in a loving, D/s relationship.

We rejoin them respective calendar week before the end of the school day year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a bright, sunny, early Apr morning time when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in hand and announced, `` I have some good news and some bad newsworthiness. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen table finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her nigrify velvet collar, was cleaning up the rejoinder. All three turned to wait at Joan as she asked, `` What do you want first - the skillful news or the bad news ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' We do n't have to care 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 last hebdomad and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real world experience before we graduated .'They pulled some twine and all three of us have paid internships at a local anesthetic factory. I will be helping rewrite some technical manuals ; Judy will be playing wizard 's learner in the quality ascendency lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new figurer organization for human resources. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a line internship would n't really be helpful for an elementary teacher, but a well-paying job on the manufacturing plant level would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer replacing on the output line of products. It might be a fiddling boring, but it will pay twice or maybe triple what you could make at that waitress job you were looking at. ``

Sara was now free to smile and show her happiness. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously less than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be capable to spend a lot of time with Kevin this summer, '' whined Julie. `` But they 're correct, '' 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 outset Monday of June, The Three J's and an S reported for body of work at `` Perfect PET Plant Number 7. '' Perfect deary made and sold everything that you would ever take for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. plant life turn 7 was a food processing plant. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overpower look of drying pet food permeated the area. Even in the certain ease of the office area, everything smelled vaguely of pork barrel, beef, Pisces, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet pellet. ``

The first few workweek went by rather rapidly. The Three J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` very world. '' Sara, however, began to grow Sir Thomas More and Thomas More withdrawn and placidity with each passing day. Although at showtime she would quite willingly share 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 break a nightshirt to bed that she did n't remove even when fixing breakfast for The trey J's.

The triad J 's bed very well that Sara was a submissive flasher who had no problem showing her torso to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the flat au naturel and would probably go to category nude 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 tense Pets works figure 7.

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

'' I have to go out onto the yield floors and train sample distribution various times a shift, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can discover out anything. ``

'' I will go through the recent reputation in the estimator 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 full access parole and I can get to anything on that system. It had to get been a mistake, but I 'm not going to separate them about it until the end of the summer in subject something comes up that I need that a great deal access. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the production area to take on the mid-afternoon sampling, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling car 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 unseasoned Hispanic charwoman was working as a bag makeweight on one of the older, fully manual machines. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the sometime machines was a two soul 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 pallet. This girl was doing both.

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

The young fair sex looked around with a very frighten look on her face. `` I must keep up, '' she said with a intemperate accent as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't settle behind in product or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a moment to register the woman 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radio and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag business line A-43. Something does n't look veracious with the colouring material and the odor seems a little off. I want to avow mix and timber. ``

A muffled vocalisation answered, `` Fifteen instant closing authorized. Remember to complete the notational system in the yield logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

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

'' Your friend is in much very bad trouble, '' answered Mary. `` She is in the supervisor 's office, but you can not help her. Mr. Swanson is a brawny man ..., and he has many powerful ally. They do each other favour. I can say no more. ``

'' Mary, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he scare you so badly ? What powerfulness does Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson have over you ? You can order me. I have to know in order to serve my friend. ``

She lowered her straits and sobbed, `` My brothers are not. He knows. He will tell his admirer in in-migration. Before Sara came, it was me in his billet. I do n't lie with what he knows about Sara, but you can not avail her. He is muy poderoso jefe. ``

'' What happens in his position ? ``

The Virgin 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 keen soul, but he picks out one or two people who are weak ... or have secrets. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do terrible things. ``

'' What form of dire things ? ``

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

'' The first sentence he called me to his government agency, he told me that I was wearing too much clothing and that I should go away my underclothing with him. I did n't want to, but he knew my crony 's figure and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call his friends and my brothers would be in jail until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the bathroom and bring him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will strip naked right here and deal it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me fend there and turn slowly around so that he could stare at my body. Finally he let me go back to employment. Before I left his office, he said, 'Make sure there is aught under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to tick .'''

'' The succeeding day, cipher happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon happy chance - almost at quitting sentence - he called me into his government agency. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in battlefront of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure as shooting your mother would wish to see this, would n't she ? One pawl and that delineation goes straight to the village email account. I 'm surely someone will testify it to her .'''

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

'' He smiled at me .'I just want what every man wants ,'he said. Then he pointed down at his private parts. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me happy or your brothers can see your raw ass motion picture when they finally get back to your sorry ass village .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her story. Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her dustup. `` I have become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants. The tv camera in his office yield videos. Each time is worse than the last. So that he would n't show my village the mental picture of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't show the video of that, I allowed him to get laid me. So that he would n't evidence the TV of that to my family, I let him lie with my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not assist your admirer. She will soon be his esclava sexual like I am. Mr. Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too hefty. You can not help oneself her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have power, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her wireless and spoke, `` Composition is slightly light, but within allowance. I recommend cutting the line speed to one half for the repose of the duty period to forestall powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to realise the proper notational system on the production schedules. ``

Judy smiled up at Mary. `` Now you can sustain up with your yield quota without a trouble. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his office, I want you to page me. Do n't anticipate me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a come 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 muscular acquaintance, Maria. You will be rubber after tomorrow. ``

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CHAPTER THREE
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Judy hurried back to her lab and called Julie and Joan to let them recognize what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could talk Jeff, the in-house wonk, 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 office, he shrugged his shoulders and replied, `` I would love to facilitate you, but I would need a full access countersign to open the security picture channel, and they do n't give those out to low-altitude technical school like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a security sign-in filmdom that said in bold letters, `` Supervisor storey Password Required. ``

'' Let 's try my password, '' answered Julie as she moved Jeff over slightly so that she could enrol her word on his keyboard. `` My aunt 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 menu appeared listing all of the security television camera in the stallion flora, including the office and surety office areas. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you make out to get that kind of password ? ``

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

Jeff selected the camera labeled `` Office - output Area A, '' and an persona 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, '' said Julie. `` I know Sara is in there. ``

'' That 's what the information processing system is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the protection tv camera record to a special drive that uploads nightly to offsite storage. It was all set up by the security system company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a little time impression in the corner of the image that the information processing system puts on the paradigm as it records. ``

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

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

'' See that car in the background ? The one just outside the part window ? ``

Julie leaned in close and nodded her head yes.

'' That is one of the new automatic baggers. I political platform them. All the hustler has to do is put the bag on the chute. The auto filling, folds, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a tail turn after each bag. That machine is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bag to allow a lift operator to change pallets."

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

He studied the look-alike on his monitor for respective minutes. `` This is a curl image ! '' he suddenly shouted. See how that bag suddenly disappears and reappears about every four moment ? ``

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

'' I would need entree to the raw video recording feed, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na happen because the solely way I could do that is if I had the overrule computer code. ``

'' What 's an override code ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen figure number that is built into the base operating system of the computer. If you have it, you can override any and all countersign and special restrictions from command prompt. But only the really big bosses even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the tribal chief programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a master password, you can use the overide key. That is the first four digits of the code. With a passkey password and the override key, the computer generates the rest of the computer code using a Fibonacci algorithmic rule. But even with a master key parole, without the override key Fibonacci starting 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 password is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a weird password that was easy to remember. Try 3839. ``

Jeff typed several dictation on his keyboard and then muttered, `` Oh my God. I 'm in at fundament instruction level. '' He typed several commands into his console table and then turned to Julie.

'' The pilot video is going into several hidden brochure. There are a lot of videos stored there, including the closed circuit that is replacing the photographic camera feed. They have special passwords and look like they can be accessed only from one internal and three external tie. ''

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

'' Yes, I do, '' answered Julie firmly. `` Sara is my Quaker and she is in some form of very unplayful trouble. ``

Jeff moved away from the admonisher so Julie could see the double as the picture played on the concealment. Sara was naked and lying across Mr. Swanson 's desk as he thrust into her retrousse ass. `` That 's adequate, '' said Julie. Can you copy those file cabinet off onto something for me ? ``

'' Normally I would say'No, the system wo n't let me .'But with your magic password I think anything is possible. turn over me one of those pocket-sized guinea pig over there. ``

A few moments later, Julie placed the small carry-over effort in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the earpiece on Jeff 's desk to call her Father of the Church. After a few muted word, she handed the earpiece to Jeff and said, `` He wants to talk 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 swear you. I told him that I did. Do n't disappoint me. He said he needs to share some other password and addresses with you that no one else can ever know. ``

Jeff 's eye were very spacious as Julie handed him the earpiece and turned and left the berth to return to her lab.

Later that evening, The Three J's called Sara into the TV elbow room. Joan 's calculator was set up to display on the with child screen. `` There is something we have to read you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's articulatio humeri and guided her to one of the big, mild chairs 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 clothing. She folded each opus carefully and laid it on the board next to the door. She was not wearing any underclothes, but that was not unusual for her. What was unusual was that her ass brass were mottled with welts and old bruises.

Mr. Swanson pointed to his crotch and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his wooden leg. Unzipping his gasp, she freed his somewhat large prick, which was totally hitch and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was buckram and ready. He slapped her on the top of her headspring and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Gloria Swanson stood up and moved between her legs. There was no sound, but her scream was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't last-place recollective, but to Sara it must take 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 clitoris on a minuscule 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, bitch. '' 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 belted ammunition. ``

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

Sara again took her spot leaning over the desk. Mr. Swanson removed the whang from his pants and doubled it in his handwriting. `` Count them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A frightful `` Crack ! '' echoed from the television speakers, followed by Sara 's choked and trembling voice, `` One. ``

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

'' Crack ! ``

'' Three. ``

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

Sara slowly picked up her clothes from the table and dressed herself. Then moving carefully as if in hurting, she left the power. The video ended shortly thereafter.

Joan cradled Sara in her arms as she sobbed and wept for many arcminute. When her weeping began to subside, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Maria 's pal to imperil her and keep her quiet. What is he using to control you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our solid lives. He has access to our college records. He has access to our deferred payment reports. He even has access 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 put down The trine J's, and your families. ``

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

'' The trine J's have some powerful friends, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his office, Maria will notify Julie and she will prognosticate 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 function, just stand by the room access. Do n't take aim off your clothing, and do n't say anything to him unless you absolutely have to. Let The trinity J's do by this. ``

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CHAPTER FOUR
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The future day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the production trading floor and told Sara to fare to his place in XV minutes. He continued to watch her through the position windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some extra handbag alongside the machine so maria could ask over.

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

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

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

'' To use an expression of my father 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the incorrectly tree this sentence. ``

'' You 're the tree I will take a leak on, '' he said with a leer, looking directly as Sara.

Julie took a small notebook computer from her pocket. `` Dr. henry Walcott, professor of psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female students under the guise of research into submissive behavior. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very undecomposed at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to go along everything quiet, so you pled guilty and go for mandatory counseling and group therapy. But seven month after you started therapy, suddenly all book of your crime ... and of your life disappeared ... So did you. Two former members of your therapy grouping disappeared at the same time - two brothers who were skilful hackers with a weakness for kiddie porn. Their records also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched several button on the sound. goose egg happened.

'' You are right, Dr. Walcott, '' said Judy softly. `` Sara is a very subservient personality. '' Her vocalism 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 reflexion that combined angriness and scorn. Julie took over and preserve where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more powerful champion than you have. ``

As if to punctuate her remarks, the plant-wide paging system boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet Walker, the plant superintendent. All workers are to leave the plant quickly and in good order. You have prison term to stop by the changing room, but do not blockade to shower. We have a situation in the cooling organisation that could become dangerous in a few minute and are evacuating the flora before beginning mend. All employees will be paid for the entire shift. ``

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

Henry attempted to say something, but his oral cavity merely opened and closed like a Fish flopping on the docking facility. Julie smiled and continued, `` My begetter is CEO of the parent corporation that owns Perfect ducky. ``

'' And my father is bulk store holder, '' added Judy.

'' Mine is honcho Legal military officer, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in front of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your short video. Brian and billy goat got a sojourn from homeland surety early this morning. They thought it was safe to admittance the plant network directly rather than through all the proxies they use for hacking. They are very thoroughly hack. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government scheme. It seems that the FBI and Homeland security have been trying for months to figure out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computing machine organisation, but the transfer way of life were too well concealed. However, once they had the inkiness net uniform resource locator and hidden IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into situation. I think truncheon and Brian's new address will be an undisclosed secure prison house position with no windows and no computer access code - except what the administration might want them to have .'''

Judy reached over and turned Henry 's chair so that he was facing her. `` That foreman at plant Number 16 in Guadalajara who was supplying information on the Hispanics working here was arrested by Mexican authorities this morn. He made the error of trying to run. They do n't take that very well down there. He will probably hold out, but it will be a longsighted metre before he ever sees the sun again. ``

Joan spun his chair another one-fourth turn. `` And that senatorial aide who took attention of things for you in Washington ... he lost control of his car on the beltway this morning and died in the lead accident. That was n't really part of dad 's plan, but you can never secernate how far politicians will go to avoid a really awful scandal. ``

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

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

Sara spoke again, `` You know maria and Sofie and Carmen. I do n't recollect you have met their buddy. I said, 'Strip !'''

henry stood and fumbled with his article of clothing with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to Henry 's desk, removed her falloff 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 room and started to step towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight buddy. Defeated, he sank to his knees and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few here and now, she began to moan softly and grabbed his headway to squeeze him tighter into her genitalia. Soon she was using his hair to pull his brass across her button. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thighs and held his head tightly between her branch with her hand. After a few moments, he began to skin for air. A few mo later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the story gasping for breath.

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

Again Henry looked for possible escape cock, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the edge of his own desk as maria stepped between his legs and lunge forward with the hard, charge plate peg. Had there been anyone left in the flora to hear him, everyone would give heard his sidesplitter. As it was, the security guards at the gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to ignore anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by person with the correctly pass phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's thigh-slapper and cries subsided and mare stopped her onrush on his ass.

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

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

Joseph 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 call back I could swing hard enough and neither could Maria, we are going to let the pal handle this. By the way, particular exemption paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now sound with valid K wit. ``

Two of the large Mexican men came over and forced Joseph Henry 's thorax onto the desk. One of the others slipped off his whack 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 `` cleft ! '' and a belly laugh from Henry.

nine Thomas More cleft echoed through the room, each was followed by a long scream from the former flooring supervisor. When the first brother was finished, he took the situation of one of the men holding Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the brother took their turn with the bang. After the fourth part brother, there were no more screams, just small whimper. After the last blood brother was finished, the three Mexican cleaning lady and their comrade left the office.

Julie lifted William Henry 's headway from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hours to ferment yourself into the police force under your own, true name. If you do not, we will find you, and we will deliver you to mare 's village in United Mexican States. I think they will be glad to see you. ``

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

Henry 's eyes were astray with veneration as Joan finished with, `` Your bank history are discharge. 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 find you. ``

Joseph Henry rolled off the desk and lay cheek up on the office trading 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 groundwork on either side of his face, she let loose with a flood of piddle which she swept up and down his organic structure by rocking her pelvis back and forth. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- song spokesperson, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

As she picked up her slack to dress, she turned back to aspect him and added, `` Julie 's right. You definitely pissed up the wrong tree when you took on The triad J's and an S. ''

Joan looked down at him and gave one final pedagogy. `` You have five transactions to be out of the works or the security measure guards will occupy you down as an armed and dangerous intruder. I think you know what company policy is in that context. ``

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

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

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The eternal rest of the summertime was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of cutter 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 calendar week after Mr Swanson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the police, there was a `` family line confluence '' 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 flora, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly wrongfulness. We arranged for Julie to hold a master word in hopes that you might stumble across something and let us know. We really did n't bear 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 drawstring behind the tantrum to create thing happen. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the strings tied to you, '' said her Church Father. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to swear Joan and the early Js. They will help 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 power. ``

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

turn to typeface Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another year of undergrad, and there are some heavy years yet to go before you get your doctorate. I am sure you have many escapade yet to fall. ``

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