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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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Blackmailing Jake

The next morning I awoke alone. My ass felt like it was on fire from the previous night. The phrase "fucked raw" seemed especially appropriate for me today. I threw on a black and white snake print robe over my still-naked body. I'd seen it on the Sak's website and immediately fell in love with it. "It's only $200 mother, Jake can afford it."

"Sure honey. Just order it, and anything else you see that you like," my mother had replied when I told her of my latest lingerie desire.

I found a Philip Lim tank dress that screamed "Buy me, Erica", a pair of Christian Louboutin pumps to match and an Aubade bra to wear underneath. All in all it tallied about $1400, but who cares...Jake exists to provide money for Donna and me to spend as we see fit.