screaming all the way up the steps of retroraw the Northern States School for Girls! "I can and retroraw you will," Joan retroraw Davis replied grimly while shoving her eighteen year old daughter through the front door towards the retroraw admitting retroraw office, "and if I hear that you've given retroraw these retroraw people any trouble retroraw at all, I'll make damn sure that you'll wish you hadn't!" "Ha," Quincy fired back, "if you don retroraw't think I won retroraw't retroraw be able to split this place, then you're fucking nuts!"
After everyone had retroraw taken their seat, Harriett Taggert opened up a already thick file retroraw and after retroraw perusing the retroraw top page, leaned back image in her chair, took off her glasses image and cleaned retroraw them, and then with a shake of her retroraw head said evenly, "It seems retroraw that retroraw you were pretty busy little girl down in big city retroraw, well don't worry about a thing, Mrs. Davis, we're going to see to it retroraw that Quincy is kept very retroraw busy indeed!" "You can retroraw't make me do a damn thing retroraw," the mouthy little bitch snapped retroraw, while staring out the window as is she hadn't a retroraw care in the retroraw world, "and retroraw I'd retroraw just like to see you try!" "I retroraw'll retroraw have retroraw to apologize for my daughter's retroraw behavior," Joan Davis said sadly, "ever since her father passed away it's been getting harder and retroraw harder to retroraw control retroraw her!" "There's no need apologizing to retroraw me, Mrs. Davis,"
"W retroraw-what did you just retroraw give her," Joan retroraw Davis retroraw asked retroraw a little nervously, "she seems to retroraw have calmed down anyway.?." "I just shot a retroraw local pain killer directly into her clitoris," Harriet responded, "because now I will install retroraw the main controling mechanism in her pussy." With retroraw a great deal of interest, both Joan and Quincy peered into retroraw Harriett's hand where lay a retroraw small gold ring that glistened brightly in retroraw the artificial light. "W -what is it," Quincy retroraw asked, while retroraw preparing herself for retroraw the worst.?. "It's a clit ring," Harriet retroraw announced evenly, "the needle part goes right through your clit and out the other retroraw side retroraw, and since this is a permanent installation, a tiny drop of gold solder will retroraw keep it in place for ever." "Y-you can't do retroraw that to me," Quincy shrieked, "I-I'll call the police or something, oh please retroraw, mom, don't let her maim me." Harriett looked over to Joan Davis who retroraw sat there worried to death at the retroraw strange turn of events retroraw, so in a calm clear voice she retroraw offered, "Don't get cold feet now, Mrs. Davis retroraw, this is all for the best, and retroraw I can assure retroraw you that this clit ring will do more to control your daughter than retroraw anything else you could come retroraw up with."
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