He knows how to seduce the young and vulnerable." I know. I'm not stupid." And yet I found you standing on a corner working for a slimeball, starving ...nd shivering and strung out." I'm not a junkie." What about the tracks?" Margie kept her inner arm concealed most of the time, but before hiding beneath the long sleeves dangling past her hands which she rolled up just above her wrists, her small line of bruises on her left arm told of injections."Speedballs. My reward for an occasional. I quickly protested of course. Then she told us how she works 9hrs a day barefoot in her flats (the flats she was wearing!) and that she that she'd understand if her feet weren't appealing. ugh. I begin salivating I'm sure while defending the foot fetish thereby proclaiming mine. My eyes completely mesmerized by her barefeet in front of me as I resist the urges to drop to my knees and pounce on them and do every delicious act of foot fetishism that she brought up. I had to even admit that I. ” Mary’s head was swimming. She managed to gasp out, “Why, Imogen. Why?”“Well, I’ve already told you how it all started for me, but from what my daughter says, we are both the same. Take your overall off!” Without thinking, Mary stripped naked. Imogen gasped. “Well perhaps not exactly the same. I do not have my labia pierced.” And then she dropped the trousers, revealing that she had a pierced navel and a pierced clitoris. The clitoris was tattooed the same colour as her nipples, and there was. I looked straight into her face and she lowered her eyelids. Contact had been made; Margaret had made her first move. She casually followed my group to the table and sat opposite me. It was a table near the middle of the hall where all our activities were overt.I was always under surveillance so any actions that appeared furtive would immediately attract attention. Anyway the 'cunny-chains' of my group ensured that we had to select an open table near the middle with 'slave-slots' in the seats..