Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2002 11:53:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Marie LeClare <marieleclare@yahoo.com>
Subject: Arrangement - Lesbian Authoritarian

This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents,
either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.(Many thanks for ideas, thoughts, comments, from a FF
spanking devotee. Thank you "H")


Arrangement
by
Marie LeClare

Margaret Jorgensen couldn't believe her ears.  The girl sitting across from
her was either an angel or a nut case kook.  She just couldn't quite make
out which.  It all seemed too good to be true.  Perhaps, it was only that
she'd had such a string of bad luck lately.

Two years earlier Margaret had become aware that the bank account for her
children's university education was almost depleted. Unfortunately, her
oldest daughter, Megan, had demanded that she attend a prestigious and
expensive school. This despite the fact that Megan's marks were not the
greatest to say the least.  However, Margaret wanted the best for her
children, so she took an extra job to allow her daughter to attend her
chosen alma mater.

In two years of University, there had been slow to no progress.  Megan had
poor to mediocre marks, didn't take a full load of classes, and was no
closer to a major then when she started.  At 21 her major interests, were
parties, boys and more parties.

Then there were "the Demands".  Megan needed new clothes, Megan needed an
allowance, Megan needed a good apartment, and so many others.  Margaret
tried to reason with her daughter.  She didn't need all those new clothes,
she wore a school uniform to class. (Oh Mom, I need clothes at night and on
the weekends too)

She didn't need such a heavy entertainment allowance, she had her own
apartment (Oh really, with raised eyebrows, I have a life outside my
apartment Mother).  She didn't need such a big apartment, after all it was
4 bedrooms and she lived by herself and had no roommates.  There had been
numerous scenes and tantrums, but Margaret always gave in.

This time, though, Margaret couldn't back down.  She was desperate.  The
money was going fast.  At the very least she decided that Megan could have
one room mate to share the rent.  This would take the money pressure off
until Margaret thought of a longer term solution.

Margaret had a couple of extra keys made for the apartment (she paid the
bills after all) and placed an ad in a local newspaper: FEMALE ROOM MATE
WANTED.  She even took a couple of days off work to come upstate and
interview prospective tenants.  Megan boycotted the whole thing of course.
The little fresh woman let it be known in no uncertain around school that
she didn't need a room mate.  The word was out that "Megan Jorgensen would
be VERY embarrassed and pissed off if anyone saw her kooky mother about her
kooky ad".

In the end only one odd looking girl appeared, 19 year old Daphne Chetnik.
She was pretty in a quirky kind of way.  Daphne was short at around 5 foot
1 inch.  She had a freckly red face with blue eyes and snub nose.  She wore
black rimmed 1960's style glasses and had a short thick neck.  Her bowl cut
style hair was jet black. The distraught Mother could clearly see good
sized muscles underneath Daphne's track suit.  She was almost square
thought Margaret, and couldn't help smiling as she imagined Daphne Chetnik
as some kind of female bull dog. In fact, Daphne was a Bulldog.  She was
the head of the University's female wrestling team, the Bulldogs.  They
called her "Pit Bull Chetnik".

Daphne asked as to where her room mate was.  Reluctantly, Margaret told her
the whole story.  Strangely, it didn't make any difference to the young
student.

Daphne was willing to pay the rent. However, she was clearly displeased to
hear about Megan's poor school record.  To correct the situation, she even
offered to tutor Megan in her studies. She was a year a head of Megan
already and on the Dean's list to boot.  She would set a budget for the
apartment and she would find at least one other room mate to help pay the
rent.  As if that wasn't enough, she would ensure Megan found a job to earn
some of her own spending money.

At that Margaret laughed out loud.  She showed her a picture of her
daughter in her Cheerleaders uniform.  Megan Jorgensen was a leggy, tall
platinum blonde of the Scandinavian variety.  She was almost 5 foot 10 with
alabaster skin, pale blue eyes, and dimpled chin.  In the current picture,
she was clearly fit and trim with perky breasts, a slender waste, flat
tummy and adorable bubble butt.  Daphne was clearly interested in the girl.

Margaret: My dear girl, how to you propose to handle her?

Daphne: How did your late husband handle Megan Mrs. Jorgensen.

Margaret blushed slightly, "Well, he uh, well, Fred, would.

Daphne: He spanked her, didn't he Mrs. Jorgensen.  Margaret: Well, yes, but
of course, that was, well she was 14 at the time.

Daphne: I know all about your daughter Mrs. Jorgensen.  I heard her around
school today, telling people that she didn't want a room mate.  But Mrs.
Jorgensen, I thought she needed one, so here I am.  You can trust in me.

So an agreement was reached.  Daphne would move in that very night, her
stuff was down stairs in her car.  She pre-paid two months rent, much to
Margaret's relief, and took the key.  She insisted Margaret get back home
and not worry herself any further.  Daphne would introduce herself to her
new room mate.  She insisted Margaret take a spare key and come and stay
any time she wanted. And with that Margaret left.

In the weeks that followed things improved for the better to say the least.
Margaret suddenly began to receive weekly reports of her daughter's school
tests and papers with ever improving results.  Megan called her at least
once a week and for once was courteous and respectful.  She even stopped
asking for money.  And then to Margaret's amazement, Megan began sending
money back to her Mother.  Margaret didn't know what to think. The girl
must be ill.

Finally, after 6 weeks, Margaret Jorgensen couldn't stand it any longer.
She decided to take the weekend and visit the apartment.  She had a key and
a standing invitation after all.  That Friday she left work a little early
and headed out to see her daughter.


Margaret arrived a little before 5 p.m. at the apartment.  It was situated
in the top floor of an old Victorian frame house.  The lower level was
occupied by an older lady in her 80's who was stone deaf. Just as well
thought Margaret with all the parties that went on above.

The apartment appeared deserted from the street, but she decided to head up
and wait for the girls inside.  She found her key and let herself in.  As
she entered the Apartment she noticed a change at once.  The place was neat
and clean quite the change from Megan's normal messy state.  There was also
a change in the atmosphere, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.  Then,
she heard a noise from somewhere in the girls flat.

"Daphne is that you? I've been a good girl. I'm ready, just like you said.
I've pulled my own panties down, the hairbrush is ready, please not too
hard.  Margaret: "Megan is that you?".  She proceeded to the living room
where the voice had originated from.

A sorry sight met Margaret Jorgensen's eyes as she entered.  There in the
center of the room was her daughter, Megan, waiting for a spanking.  Even
Margaret could see from the little scene what was going to transpire.  The
tall blonde stood beside a straight backed chair.  A large lightly colored,
wooden hairbrush rested on the seat bristles up.  Under the brush was a
single sheet of paper.

The girl's plaid knee high skirt was neatly folded over an arm of the
nearby sofa.  Megan's panties were pulled down and inside out around her
knees.  Her white blouse was rolled up to her belly button.  This spanking
outfit was complimented by a little narrow, black school tie, polished
black shoes and black socks that went half way up to her knocking knees.  A
white Elfin bum wiggled in time with a pair of tearing eyes.

Megan: "Oh Momma, what are you doing here?"

Margaret: I came to see you. What's going? Where's Daphne?

Her daughter began to blubbering and cry.  Megan was clearly in a panic and
not making much sense.  Her blubberings were a pathetic mix of pleading,
story and apology.  Margaret recognized immediately that a powerful force
was at work.  From what she could make out, she'd just received some poor
test results in the mail.  After speaking to Daphne by phone, she had
prepared herself as found.  Daphne was going to punish her for the poor
results.  From the words "blisters", "dance", "stings", amongst others it
was clear that Megan did not look forward to her encounter with Daphne.
After a minute or two, Margaret put an end to her daughter's little panic.

Margaret: There, there.  This is quite the change from the Megan Jorgensen
that I've known for the last two years.  Why don't we wait to see what
Daphne has to say, dear.

Megan's reaction was a quivering and quavering chin followed by a series of
"pleases", and "don't let hers".  These were cut short as someone else
entered the apartment.  Megan's eyes shot to the entrance.  A little Pit
Bull of a Daphne then marched into the apartment.

Daphne: Ah, Mrs. Jorgensen, I thought it was your car outside.  Well I see
that you've met the new Megan.  What do you think?

Margaret: I can't thank you enough-for the improved school results, the
money and of course the worries you've taken off my shoulders.  This is not
my idea of of a modern education, but you've made enormous progress.  I
can't thank you enough.  What do you want me to do.  Leave while you deal
with Megan?

Megan: You can't, she screamed.

Margaret: You be quiet and listen to Daphne, Dear.  Daphne if you don't
mind proceed please.

Daphne: Mrs. Jorgensen, please stay, its important that you stay.  Our
other room mate, Corey Vanderlee, is usually present for Megan's spankings,
as is Megan for hers.  You see, a little public humiliation is good for
naughty girl getting her bottom tanned.

Anyways, if Megan hasn't already told you, her performance on her math exam
was not what was promised.  I think that she should get what I promised if
she didn't study hard enough.  What do you think?

Margaret: Please don't let me stop you.  Megan: Oh Momma, don't let her
please.

Daphne: Now none of your lip.  You know what I said about your Attitude.

With that Daphne sat down and picked up the hairbrush and exam.

Daphne: Hmmm, a C+.  It's an improvement but I was promised a B.  What did
I say Megan.  Perhaps you better explain to your Mother.

Megan: Momma Daphne said if I didn't get a B, she would give me a Spanking.

Daphne: And?

Megan: She said if I got a C she would leave blisters.  Oh, Daphne, please,
no blisters, I was close to a B.

Daphne: A B- is close.  A C+ isn't.  Besides you left out a whole lot Out.

Megan: I don't want a spanking.

Margaret was happy with the turn of events even if her daughter wasn't.
She had never been able to win an argument with her daughter.  Now she was
in the presence of someone who would likely never lose one.

Daphne: Alright I'll explain if you're going to be a big baby about it.  In
this house what I say goes.  Poor marks, sloppiness, disrespect, and
overspending are all dealt with the same way. When Megan is over my knee
and sees her own pulled down panties staring back at her while looking
under the chair, well, she'll remember. And when my hairbrush kisses her
big bare bum and sets it on fire, she'll remember she could have and should
have done better on that exam.

Margaret: That brush looks awful big, she smiled as she said it almost
playfully.

Daphne: Look she's learning to mind.  How much reasoning or timeouts got
her this far.  A grown mature woman, hardly?  She's pulled her own panties
down, she's put the chair in its place and she's ready for a spanking
whether she wants one or not.  She's just a bad girl who knows what she
needs.  She'll learn to mind because of this little piece of wood.

Daphne: Mrs. Jorgensen this brush does no permanent damage, but I assure
you she will think of this over the knee trip for some time to come.  See
the shine on the back of this maple brush.  That's not varnish.  That fine
sheen was provided by the bum oils of two bad girls spanked right out of
their behinds by yours truly.  She'll kick and cry when this brush goes to
work, but I assure that her bottom will shine too.

How many "heart to hearts" or "time outs" got her this far. A grown mature
woman, hardly?  She's pulled her own panties down, she's put the chair in
its place and she's ready for a spanking whether she wants one or not.
She's just a bad girl who knows what she needs.  She'll learn to mind
because of this little piece of wood.

Margaret: I can't argue with results, but surely it can't always be this
easy.

Daphne: No, that's true.  The first few weeks were very trying with your
daughter.  I think the turning point came two weeks ago. On a Friday night,
just like this one, she tried going out without my permission. She never
made it as far as where you're standing now.  I picked this "big" daughter
of yours up and, You tell her Megan,

Megan: Daphne stopped me.  She took me back to the chair.  She pulled down
my pants and panties and she spanked me on the bare bottom.  I cried of
course.  You don't know how much that brush burns.

Daphne: I did more than that, my girl.  I spanked this naughty brat so hard
she kicked her own pants and panties right own.  Her blue jeans actually
hit the ceiling.  I left blisters everywhere on that big bottom she is so
proud of.  Megan was grounded for the rest of the weekend.  And when I say
"grounded", I mean she pranced around this apartment bare assed.  I had a
big red bottom at my disposal until Megan's Monday classes.  Any smart
remarks or bad behavior on that weekend and she was back over my knee.
Nothing got in my way I can assure you.  If you think spanking doesn't
work, she's been as good as gold for the last two weeks, until this poor
test result that is.

All during Daphne's description, Megan was nervously biting her pony tail,
covering her curly front, rubbing her bare seat in anticipation, and
rocking heel to toe.  Her pretty face and made various unhappy twitches and
turns.  She watched the hairbrush with horrid fascination as Daphne waved
it in the air while she spoke.

Finally the moment of truth arrived.  Megan was called and stumbled
forward.  She threw herself over Daphne's knees, pleading for leniency as
she did so.  Megan soon found herself staring up under the straight back
chair.  In her upside down world, her poor panties hung inside out around
her knees.  She wished she had studied harder for that Math exam.

Spank, POP, Spank, Pop, Spank, Pop

The spanking of the upturned bottom of cheerleader Megan Jorgensen began.

Megan: It burns, it BUURRRRNNNS, Not soooo , oh, awww, ahhh. harrrdd,
pleeasssse, NOOOOOTTTT SOOOOOHHHHHAAAADDDD,.......

Never one to remain quiet during a spanking she quickly demonstrated that
she had a full set of lungs.

Megan began kicking her legs around and tried to throw her right back hand
and protect the burning backside.  The wing-tip black glasses of Daphne
spotted the infraction and threat to her authority immediately.  She took
hold of the girl's palm and applied a good dozen plus searing smacks to the
violating appendage.  The outraged girl tried to retrieve her hand after
the second swat, but it was not until it had reached a bakers dozen that
she was able the kiss it better.  The hairbrush returned to the kissing of
the blonde's bare asscheeks.

SMACK, CRACK, CRACK, SMACK, CRACK, SMACCCKKKKK,

OOHHH, PLEEASSEEE, DAPPPHHHHNNE, PLLEASSSEEE, I'LLLLLL TRYY AAWWWWW,
TRYYYY, HHHHARDDERRR.......

SMACCKKK, SPLLATT, SPPPANNK, SPANK, SPANK, CRACKKKK....

AHHHHWWWWW, OOH, EEEKKKKKKK, YEEOOOOOOO, MMMMYYY GOOOOOODDDDDDDD,
PLLLLLLLELAAAASEEE, YEEEEOOOOOO

Daphne was clearly enjoying the experience.  Not that this bothered Mother
Jorgensen.  Two years of back talk and disrespect had earned Megan that
plus many more spankings in her book.  This Daphne character was just the
one to hand them out.  Mother reflected on the prim and proper Megan.  If
only she knew that the showed off her little fur covered pussy and little
asshole, she'd be so embarrassed.  Margeret marvelled how Megan's little
white cotton panties hugged the girls knees, no matter how hard the spanks
and resulting leg kicks.  They stretched and contorted in all directions,
but stuck too the proud girl.  They were her only friends now, except of
course for the hairbrush.

Daphne also scolded and lectured the poor girl throughout the spanking:

Daphne: Here you are younger than me, SMACK, CRACK and I have to take your
big girls pants down, CRACCK, SPAAANNKKK, Look at you kicking and carry on
like your six years old, CRACCKKKKK, SPPPPPANNNK, not such a big girl now
are we?, CRACKKKKKK, SPANNNNNKKKKKK, .....

Megan had the type of snow white alabaster skin that reddened up in a
heartbeat.  In record time the hairbrush seared it crimson red white and
then red cross red.  Still on and on Daphne spanked.

OOOHHHHH, WAHHHHHH, OOOOOO went the trashing Megan as white tears and
platinum white hair flew about.  The top of Megan's tight ass cheeks
started to purple, the promised blisters were developing.  Strangely a
little white strip from tail bone to pussy could be seen between the strip.
Daphne could blister even this, but reserved this for especially heinous
behavior. Besides, she wanted that later for her own enjoyment.

The scene was so ridiculous reflected Margaret.  It looked like a midget
spanking a giant.  A 5 foot nothing Slavic serf was whipping a near 6 foot
tall Viking princess.  Her majesty Megan was being brought down to earth or
least had her little pert nose in it (of 6 inches above) and was watering
the apartment floor as well.

By now Megan's protests were unrecognizable.  She kicked wildly in all
directions, hands and arms waved in a pointless series of bizarre patterns.
Her eyes were more or less permanently shut except for those scorching
splats applied to the blistered areas on top of her summits.  These made
her cool blue eyes bug out of their sockets, as if someone was pocking them
from behind (so to speak) At the 10 minute mark Daphne went into overdrive.
For the last minute, she applied a barrage of furious spanks that raised
the heat in the young Swedish-American's asscheeks and the room.  In that
last minute as many spanks as landed in the last three must have been let
loose.  The hairbrush batteries were suddenly silenced and a wailing Megan
was lifted bodily onto her feet.

Not one to hide her feelings, Megan began what Daphne called her Apartment
River Dance.  With her panties gripping her knees, the little elf danced
Irish style from the knees down.  Her black shoes bucked, clapped and
tapped the floor boards.  The spanking chair was surrounded by furniture,
ensuring that Megan's twirl went round and around the spanking chair in an
endless dance.  The fires in her burning behind made her dance around the
priestess of the brush all the time howling to Thor above for protection
from the dreaded punisher of bad girls.  All the time she rubbed and
cupped, swabbed and polished her sorry butt in her hopeless flight.

The long tail of Megan's blouse having come unwound sometime during the
proceedings should have normally covered her big red tail.  Unfortunately
or fortunately, depending how you look upon it, her prancing and twitching
dance insured that the white tailings constantly flapped in the wind.  The
little gathering was given twirling views of lightly haired white front,
alabaster tummy, white back and legs and red thighs and crimson red ass.
Lily white hands desperately attempted to drive out the bee stings in a
ruby red bum.  To liven things up and keep her favorite dance going, Daphne
would occasionally apply a scorching SMACKKKK with the back of the
hairbrush to an unoccupied buttock.  The result was a new
hhhhhhowwwwwwlllll and a disbelieving stare from above.  The look of horror
upon the maiden's face was akin to shock that a sitting dwarf with a
pitchfork had just lanced her bottom.  After a full five minutes of
athletic antics, Megan's just spanked dance came to an end.  She simply
stood rocking weakly in the center of the room, wailing to the ceiling.
Daphne got up from her chair and taking Megan her by the hand led her to a
corner of the room.  There she pulled her panties down around her ankles.

Daphne: Now you stay her with your hands on your head until I say to come
out. And no more rubbing.  Do you understand? Well do you?  CRACKKKKKKKKK,
SMMMMMACKKKKK.

YEEEEEEOOOWWWYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS.

Daphne and Margaret then went to the kitchen to make supper.  The sounds of
balling, hiccuping and sniffling could be clearly heard, but the women went
about preparing the evening dinner.  After 10 minutes Megan was allowed to
lower her arms and step out of her panties.  After 20 minutes she was
ordered to the bathroom to clean up for dinner.  Daphne and Megan ate a
leisurely supper at the kitchen table while a teary eyed Megan munched on
hers from the fire place mantle.

Megan was required to clean up the dishes and after that was sent to her
room to do her homework.  Mother Jorgensen noted that Daphne had bought the
little socialite a high work table with a stool when wanted (not wanted by
Megan at this moment) and capable of stand up study when required (now
required).  At 8:00 Megan was allowed to come out and do whatever she
wanted.  She decided to read a magazine in the kitchen occasionally rubbing
and inspecting the damage to her precious rear.  This she did while
standing bare bottomed at the kitchen counter.  The feel of panties too
much to take at this point, and would be painful for some days to come.

Mother Jorgensen, sensing that she was not needed now, said her goodbyes to
Daphne, thanking her profusely and left.

As the door closed behind Mother Jorgensen, Daphne Chetnik turned and
sauntered into the kitchen.  There she was confronted by the sight of a big
red happy bum peering back at her from in front of a kitchen counter.
Megan was bent over engrossed in her magazine.  Silently Daphne snuck up
behind the tempting sunset and applied a quick stinging open handed slap to
a vulnerable chubb.  Megan squealed and jumped turning in mid air to land
face to face with the black framed eyes of Daphne.

Daphne: Alright, you're Mother has gone home.  So you know what comes next.
You get that little ass of yours down the hall into my bed, I'm not
finished with you yet my pretty little slave.

Daphne had the pleasure of following a pair of reddened elfin ass cheeks
bounce down the hall to her bedroom.  She reflected on how she had first
seen that clothed bottom strutting about the University.  She remembered
the look that Megan had given her when she spotted the little munchkin
eyeing her favorite part. It was no longer nose to the air and swing those
hips.  How times changed, now that little nose looked nervously over her
shoulder, desperately trying to control her twitching walk, trying to
avoid,SMACCCKKKKK.

Daphne: In you go.

Bang.  The door to Daphne's room was closed shut.

Megan knew what was coming next, as it had so many times.

As she stood and watched Daphne strip, carefully hanging up her clothes
properly, then sitting in the chair, with her legs parted, she could feel
the excitement deep down in her pussy. She had never done anything like
this before she met Daphne, but now loved feasting on her pussy.

Daphne: Now bitch down on your knees, and if you don't make me cum strong
I'm going to use the whip on you.

Megan dropped to her knees, her hands on the inner thighs of this bulldog
of a woman, briefly looking up into her eyes, before dropping her mouth to
her shaved pussy.

Licking her delicate folds, nibbling on her pussy lips, Megan's tongue
explored Daphne's pussy. Her thumbs parting Daphne's pussy lips so she
could lick her inner lips, then plunging her tongue in deep. Probing her
pussy walls and enjoying the taste. Feeling it deep within the heart of her
own pussy. Her own juices were flowing. She could feel them dripping down
her legs. On and on she licked and tongue fucked Daphne. Swirling her
tongue over Daphne's hood and swollen clit before using her fingers to pat
Daphne's clit and tongue fucking her hot pussy.  The moans coming from
Daphne were getting stronger, and Megan knew the tingle was building and
Daphne was on the edge of a huge orgasm. All of a sudden, like a clock
striking the hour, Daphne screamed YESS, and gushed her sweet honey into
Megan's waiting mouth.

Taking a few moments to recover, Daphne then grabbed Megan by the hair and
lifted her to her feet, taking her to the bed, not even bothering to
undress her.

Going to the drawer, Daphne got out the huge dildoe, and after putting on
the harness, knelt between Megan's legs. Holding the tip of the monster to
Megan's wet pussy, Daphne pushed her hips so it entered deep, and started
to fuck Megan. She knew it wouldn't take long for Megan to cum, and it
didn't.

This went on for hours. Between each of them cumming from licking, using
vibrators, and the dildoe.

Megan knew she would always be Daphne's slave, and would love every minute.

Later that Night...

Corey entered the darkened apartment.  It was 12:00 and well past her
curfew.  Luckily the door to Daphne's room was shut and the little terror
asleep.  She Silently she slipped into her room, and closed the door.  She
undressed and got into bed.  As she did so she heard the tell tale sounds
of bedsprings and ass slapping.  She knew from the sharp crisp slaps that a
poor girls ass was being punished by an outstretched palm.

Corey knew from experience that a naked Daphne would be perched astride a
certain naked cheerleader's back as she laid helpless across the bed.  From
that position, Daphne would slap a girls behind a bright red like she was
playing the drums.  It was her idea of foreplay, and these "little hand
spankings" usually lasted 10 minutes or more. She liked a girl's butt spicy
red hot before she went down on her.  The main problem was that the little
pit bull had enormous energy.  A girl might find herself being rolled onto
her stomach 6 or 7 times in one night with an equal number of 69
 licking sessions following.  These night time olympics usually followed a
hairbrush spanking to boot.  Corey had seen the spanking chair in the
center of the living room, and knew the score.  From the sounds that she
heard next door during the night Daphne was heading for a new record. Megan
would have one very tear soaked pillow by morning and one very very red
bottom to boot.  Better her than me mused Corey as she fell to sleep.

The next morning, Corey rose late and found Daphne sitting at the kitchen
table drinking her coffee.  A very rosie bottomed Megan drank hers from the
kitchen counter.  Corey sensed spanking in the air and imagined that
Daphne's energy was not yet exhausted.  As Corey went to get her own
coffee, she heard Daphne calling her from the living room.  She left the
kitchen.

Megan heard a short blunt verbal exchange.  There were accusations of a
curfew not being adhered to, denials made things worse.  Within a minute or
two the familiar sound of brush on bottom was heard.  Megan watched the
spanking of her green-eyed room mate.  She was a twin to Megan except for
her eyes and long think lightly brown hair.  She also had the curliest,
thickest pussy fur that Megan had ever seen.  In the next 10 minutes she
saw a lot more of it.  She watched with quiet satisfaction as the curvy
brown ass danced down to a certain bedroom.  It was 10:00 in the morning.
By three o'clock, Megan had read three magazines, and listened to 5 hours
of slaps, springs and squeals.  As she contemplated Corey's position, she
rubbed her ass.  Smiling to herself, she hoped Daphne made a ARRANGEMENT
with a third room mate soon.

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