Suddenly the beating had stopped and Mr Jeffries had prised my buttocks apart, thrust something rigid between them and pushed them together again. I cried, trying to get up from the desk, but he pushed me down again and continued shunting at me. ‘Come, come, my dear,’ he wheezed, squeezing my buttocks tight around the thick organ wedged between them, ‘you can’t deny me this. Not after all I’ve done for you.’
Jennifer really wants to pass her exams and go to university – until she’s kicked out of home and abandoned to a harsh world of sexual exploitation, the upbringing of the beautiful damsel in distress having done nothing to protect her from sexual deviance and those who strive to deflower the young virgin.
Hopelessly naive and believing others are as sincere as she is Jennifer becomes embroiled in increasingly sleazy encounters, but throughout her ordeals her one comfort is a mysterious parcel which arrived on her birthday, and which just might contain the answer to the mystery of her origins. Or is it simply one more act of manipulation on the part of Lord Alfred Arthur Brockham – the arch-deviant himself?