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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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Sister Ann's Resistance

"I want to see you after school today Ms. Tarp, we've received some...complaints lately," stated Sister Ann before she turned and left.

Jenna's heart sank. She'd just been caught in a restroom with a minor child by the school's Head Mistress! She knew what the meeting would entail. Her palms broke out in a sticky sweat as she rubbed her hands together. "Oh my gawd," she worried, "I'm as good as fired...or...worse!"

The whole day dragged on and on. She'd almost forgotten about her totally inappropriate dress and horribly slutty makeup job courtesy of Trisha and her friends. The tiny shear top that did little to conceal her large firm breasts was in constant need of adjustment. It seemed like every time she looked down her nipples were protruding through the skin-tight material. And then there was the skirt, if you could call it that. Six inches of stretchy material that left her vagina or ass exposed constantly.