"No, please no", Millie begged, but her protest were in vain, and only served to bring her tormentor off. "Oh fuck - oh fuck- I'm coming!" Sandra moaned, her face contorting with her passion. "Do my clit. Do my fucking clit. The admission form wasn't on the desk in the office. Well it was, but it was near the bottom of Sandra's inbox. And it wasn't signed. Victoria had hoped to sneak out the back, but she was going to have to go back in. Back in to the lion's den. "Stand up on the chair girlie," Sandra said, patting the chair impatiently. "Step-Auntie doesn't have all day..."