Clara whimpered quietly. Anal sex That was far from the truth. Then, her handbag was taken away from her. Clara’s heart raced and blood pounded her in ears. She never cared about anyone other than herself. Clara would attend consultation sessions daily with a consultant the academy appointed. After a minute or two, the woman pulled the plug out and went around the couch. She wouldn’t do it. “No, Clara. “Okay. She screamed inwardly as her eyes rolled back. Would her body really complied to that extend of not coming? “You may speak now.” the woman said. Her handbag being unzipped. “Good. One rotten student in the proverbial basket might ruin the entire batch, but it did come with a hefty, for the lack of a better word, compensation. “I’m Clara Webber.” and before she could forget, she added. Clara.” the woman whispered. Clara didn’t want anything to do with this woman anymore. As the rubbing intensified, Clara began to feel light headed. He expertly peeled open Clara’s eye and flashed it with a penlight.
