I was surprised that even in a state of shock, I still walked cat like on the balls of my small feet.Once I was lying on the bed she put a towel under...my butt saying, "You are leaking from those pigs, I will show you how to manage that. But for now I must do your piercing."She left and returned with a tray of implements. First, she had me hold a plastic bag of crushed ice against my new cunt lips and clit. "If it is real cold, you won't feel the pain as much." She promised.When she judged. " I agreed."Good, I'll get some tea!" May agreed, "You do like tea?" I guess," I agreed."We will get the bed down," Martha suggested."But Mrs Baxter will see you Martha," May cautioned."Oh dear," Martha exclaimed, "How shall we manage?" Draw the drapes?" I suggested."Oh," Martha exclaimed, "I don't think so, I wouldn't feel safe upstairs with a man." I'll sleep on the floor," I suggested."Are you sure?" Martha asked."Sure!" I agreed, "I can sleep anywhere!" He could sleep on the couch," May. “Your knuckleheads and the four grommets should be able to do this easy. One grommet cooks, the rest of you do your rounds, do cleanos as required, and repair any fucking thing that is broken and if you can’t fix it, log it in the defect log. How fucking hard is that?”“Well...” Spike was about to interject and Knocker held up a hand to stop him.“Then at dinner one of you fuckwits brings me the signed rounds chit from each block and I countersign it and you return it to the appropriate block or. They went through the usual questions and answers before Sally asked Donna “What can you do for me?”Donna looked at Sally sitting in her chair for a moment. She was 38 years old, slim with long dark hair, wearing a brown and white striped buttoned up blouse and a pair of light brown trousers. Then Donna stood up, she was wearing her usual black top and grey skirt uniform. She walked round to where Sally was sitting and as she came up behind her Sally was looking at her.Donna moved Sally’s.