But just as she was getting ready to meet Julie-Anne, a note from Lisa was slipped under her office door.But just as she was getting ready to meet Julie-Anne, a note from Lisa was slipped under her office door. It read simply that Jenny was not to have anything to do with other girls without Lisa's permission, and furthermore, Jenny had to give Lisa a written listing of every time she masturbated, detailing what she used to make herself cum, what she was thinking about, and how long it took. Failure to do so, of course, meant that Lisa would no longer make herself available for Jenny's pleasure. Reluctantly, Jenny told Julie-Anne that she was busy, and couldn't meet with her that night. She watched as Julie-Anne slowly walked away, her hips swaying back and forth, and her tits bulging within her sweater. She could feel the wetness build between her legs, and retreated to her desk to frig her own pussy. This, Jenny realized would have to be entered into her jerk-off listing. When she got home later on, Jenny found an envelope taped to the door. It said "To Jenny, A taste of what you missed!" in Lisa's handwriting. Inside was a lock of red-brown pussy-hair, smeared with cuntal lubrication. |