A small disc on the door indicated whether a room was in use and
furthermore, whether the patron wished to have privacy. “I want to whip her cunt,” he breathed. Anal sex She inhaled the strong scent of wax
polish, old wood and children and stopped to listen to the hum of daily
activity around her. She felt drunk on her sensations, her arching sex slippery with her
excitement, sliding smoothly against her thighs as she walked. Sometimes Alice wished she had the time to help the teachers educated the
children. Her nipples were already raw, yet her punishment
continued regardless. “Was that your aim?” she asked with interest. It didn’t work. Unfortunately for her, she looked too good as she was
and no one intervened to help. Then there were the sounds, the muffled screams that still managed to get
passed heavy doors, the constant crying of a child close by, no doubt
waiting their turn to enter the cell to be abused or tortured. He’d even found a
better clothing supplier for Miss Appleyard the seamstress. Here and there, an older girl
tried tickling her cunt without being
