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St. Monica's School For Girls

************ Disclaimer!!! Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy content that know no sexual bounds, sex between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, some might find it offensive even. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviours, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from the author's imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Golden_Essence · LGBT+
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Manipulating a Disciple

By the time Billy arrived, looking so cute in his little suit with his unruly hair slicked down and a bit too much of dad's after shave applied, we had all the hidden cameras in place. The cameras were something we'd planned to do before Jake's homecoming/destruction anyway, so it was a good thing to have completed. I had Billy put on a pair of little white linen gloves and began to instruct him in his duties... serving tea of course .. and the little cakes and cookies. Always serve from the left. Pull out chairs to seat the ladies. We practiced that several times before the party began. Always address the ladies as "Miss". Yes Miss. No Miss. And if he didn't do it right, he'd have to leave.