Gay The Gayasian School For Free Girls: Part One

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     Harriett Taggert quickly replied, "it's certainly not your fault that Quincy was caught riding in gay a stolen car, smoking marijuana, shop lifting, and of course, probably the worst offense of all, having sex with a mulitude of partners, no, these gay were things that she did gay on her own and will have to pay the consequences for."
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     Joan gave the small white box Harriet who quickly opened it up and extracted gayasian a smooth two inch long plastic cylinder that was about one inch in diameter. "What free's that," Joan asked, "it certainly isn't very big ." "No, it isn't," Harriett replied softly, "but it's capable of doing a very big job, here, let me gay show you." Joan leaned her head over Harriet Taggert's shoulder gay, and watched in rapt fascination as she inserted the little clylinder into her gayasian daughter's smoothly shaved gayasian vagina. Quincy gasped as it slid past the outer folds asian of her cunt, and gay in a asian shaky voice asked gay, "W-what are gay you doing to me, oh my, that feels gayasian so good.?." Ignoring Quincy completely, Harriett turned to Mrs. Davis and gay explainded gay, "What I've done is insert a microvibrator into Quincy's vagina, it can be activated with a gay remote just like this one when her particular gay code free is punched in." "Each and gay every member of our staff is equiped with just such a device and gay any of them can enter her code and with just the touch of a button, give her a jolt deep inside of her vagina."
     "I'm sure that you'll just love this, young lady," Harriett gay said softly while producing a hypodermic needle filled with asian a gayasian clear liquid, "it's just what the doctor ordered." "No, please no," Quincy begged in a weak voice , as all of her gay energy had been drained from her body from the crushing orgasm she had just experienced, "I-I promise, I'll do anything gayasian you say gay." "Of course you gay will," Harriett replied while lining up gayasian the needle with Quincy 's now engorged clit, "in fact I can gay just about guarantee that you'll do exactly gay what I say without a moments hesitation." While Quincy asian was straining against her bindings, Harriet Taggert calmly informed her that struggling would only prolong the process, and if she lay still it would all be over rather quickly. "That's a good gay girl," Harriet gay said softly as Quincy stopped struggling a lay gay dead still on the examining table, "now gay this gay will sting for just a second or two, but then I promise you, after that gay you won't feel a thing." Quincy gripped the edge gay of gay the table with all her might, but even gay that gay didn't prepare her for the pain that seared her clit in one blinding flash, but true to her word, in only a gayasian matter of moments, the gay pain just seemed to waft away, leaving her clit feeling nothing more than free a slight tingling sensation gay."