Chapter 73
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Lower your arms
Reluctantly, you drop your arms to your sides. You lower your head, feeling Mr. Franklin's eyes on your naked flesh. Your nipples have hardened into embarassing little knobs.
Mr. Franklin walks a slow circle around you, inspecting you carefully.
“You know, Janet,” he says from behind you, “some of the girls here require a tremendous amount of work to train - they're extremely ****, and it takes quite some time to break them.” He's in front of you now, tracing your aureloae with his index finger. You stare at his nicotine-stained finger pressing into your soft breast flesh.
“Others, on the other hand, turn out to be quite manageable. These tend to be girls who either know coming in, or learn early on, that as human beings they're far more suited as members of the weaker sex. I think you fall into the latter group.” He slides his hand down to your crotch. Your legs are still squeezed tight together.
“Spread your legs, please,” Mr. Franklin says calmly.