Chapter Twelve
“Come here.” As always, Miss Hannah spoke with an authority which demanded compliance. Laura stepped closer.
“Lift up your top.”
Laura wore only a t-shirt above her waist. Miss Hannah looked at her t**s for a moment, then took Laura’s n*****s between her fingers and thumbs and squeezed. Laura gasped. Miss Hannah squeezed harder, then she twisted Laura’s n*****s. Laura groaned.
“You like that, don’t you, little slut?”
“Yes, Miss Hannah,” Laura said shyly.
Miss Hannah had picked her out in the initial interviews as a pain-slut, a girl who could take a good deal of n****e torture, as well as other kinds of pain. There was always demand among the clients for girls who could endure a lot; among the regulars, there were several clients who had a real taste for it, who would
