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Poor Ellie felt like she was dreaming after what she heard, too numbed by her self pity she had stopped noticing what was happening around her. Only when she felt something cold pressing against her pussy, she realized she had lost contact with reality for too long. Wait? Something cold? That meant... No! The nanotech!!! She couldn't allow Lukas to do that to her, she was not ready to have her pussy remote controlled like that!

She quickly raised her head from her doggystile position bringing her exposed pussy out of Lukas' range. She knew it was **** but this was a battle she had to fight at all costs.

Then, all of a sudden, she felt it. A slap, but it couldn't have been from Lukas: he was still behind her. It couldn't have been one of her girlfriends either because the slap was way too powerful to come from them. It was so powerful, indeed, that even in her 'on all fours' position she lost balance for the impact for a brief moment. A brief moment but still long enough for something very heavy and painful to press her back forcing her face to get back to the floor and her ass to raise back up in the air. The poor girl slowly raised her gaze, unable to move her body as she would have liked, but trying to realize what was happening.

On top of her was standing the shop assistant, her heels painfully pressing on her back. Now more then ever she felt the woman's dominant attitude crowned with a smirk on her face as if Ellie was just one out of many pussies to her.

"Well, well... what was was I telling you before? Pussies of her age need the iron fist to learn their place."