It was the normal Sunday morning scene, sat in church on one of those uncomfortable folding chairs next to my wife beth listening to the vicar give hi... sermon, he was going on about the evils of alcoholism....again. on another occasion I would have been bored rigid, but this was different, very different.I glanced around at the others, all dressed in their Sunday best, quite busy this morning, around 50 had turned up, good. It felt somehow better knowing there were lots here, more cover I. .Willing herself not to say anything, she retreated back into her memories. She thought of her first lover. The inexperience and fumbling that each had tried to hide. She remembered the fingers pushing through the very hair now being cut away. She remembered the slight pain as her hair was pulled by her inexperienced partner. But she also recalled the electrifying feelings those very touches brought her. The new heights of ecstasy her young body experienced, the rapture of lust and love. Her nipples were a deep, angry red from the remorseless bite of the clamps. The girl's eyes widened at the sight of the golden rings through the tips. "T--take them off! Please, get them off me!" Guljana fingered the first metal device, trying to understand how it worked. She squeezed the ends..."YAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Alexa screamed uncontrollably as blood rushed back into her bruised flesh. Guljana gently pressed her hand over Alexa's mouth - they mustn't alert the guard! She. "Surely she's said something to you about it. She was bloody pissed off with me about it. She said the last thing she'd ever wanted to be was mother to a whore. She was close to reporting me to the police in the hope that it would get me to stop." But she didn't?" As I say, what good would it do?"Primrose put the two mugs on a tray and laid out a handful of shortbread biscuits imported from the Republic of Scotland. She followed her grandmother back to the living room."You've got a lovely.