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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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117 Chs
#R18
#DARK
#SLICEOFLIFE
#CAMPUS
#SMUT
#YURI
#YAOI
#TWISTED

Dinner Debauchery

Inside, the four females sat around a huge dining table in an elaborately decorated dining room with high ceilings. The table was exquisitely set with fine china and silver flatware. The room sparkled with 'money'.

Jenna began to scoot her chair forward when Trisha cleared her throat, "Uh-hem," and scowled at her teacher with a 'what the hell are you doing' look. "Judge Landers, please excuse my teacher, Ms. Tarp, she seems to have forgotten her place." With a firm downward jerk on the leash, Trisha nodded to the floor and scowled.

Jenna felt sick. Her stomach tightened and she felt faint. Surely Trisha couldn't be serious. Surely she didn't want her to kneel at THIS table? It was one thing to make her do that at restaurants, but HERE, at THIS table? Jenna could feel her heart pulsing in her neck. Her ears rang so loudly she couldn't hear.