The ever helpful George was carrying a tray, her eyes widening with fear as she saw the needles glittering in the spotlight aimed at her belly.Baldy m...n adjusted both chair and light she was laid back reclining now the light on her breasts she knew where they would begin.She braced herself as the tall one picked up the first needle, slid the point across her breast then slowly inserted the point, the needle thin and short slowly oh so slowly slipping below the surface an inch below the nipple. Dinner was a pleasant affair. There was good food and plenty of it, and we were waited on by two very pretty French girls, who gave Woody appreciative glances. He, as was usual, had made himself immediately at home. He already knew both the girls' names, had found himself a comfortable billet in the stable, and I wager he would have one, or both, girls keeping him warm at night.The table was cleared. Woody and the girls left, and I was alone in the dining room with Madame Blanchard. I was. She had one arm above her head, and the other shielding her chest. No way would she--The latter arm snapped out. He hadn’t expected it, but he reacted. The top dropped to the floor and he wrestled with her until both arms were pinned.With her at his mercy, he took some time just to look at her. A blush covered her cheeks, while her bright blue eyes stared at him. Her chest heaved with breath, drawing his eye downwards. Big, ripe breasts, as beautiful to look at as he’d ever imagined. They. "Give me your left hand," Susie told Sandra.Sandra looked up at Susie and did like ordered. "Aw!" Sandra complained when Susie stuck with a needle in one of her fingers."Hey! Why did you do that?" Sandra asked, sounding upset."For this," Susie answered and used a strip of paper to gather some of Sandra's blood. She laid the strip on a tray and then swiped Sandra's finger with a cotton ball drenched with rubbing alcohol.After she had thrown the cotton ball away, she picked up the strip again and.