“Daddy is always yelling at me for using all the hot water. I wonder why?” She grinned mischievously. They finished washing their bodies, then the...r hair, and rinsed off. They left the steamy bathroom.The girls then decided to do each other’s hair and makeup. “So, how slutty should we make ourselves?” Cindy asked.“Slutty enough to get fucked, I hope.” Stacy teased.“OK, I have just the thing for us." Cindy began to pull out various lipsticks from her make-up desk drawer. “Hmm, I have. It was also the first Christmas Eve that Wilson had ever been completely alone.There was no particular tragedy about it, just one of those things that happen. Most of his family and close friends had made plans or left town for the holidays, leaving him behind. For the past few days he had been trying to do things that might recreate the feelings he remembered from Christmases of his youth. He had decorated a tree and placed his presents under it, listened to carols, and watched all the. I loved showing off my panties.” Turning to Sylvie she added, “Over to you. You're welcome.”Sylvie giggled. “Thanks. I'm not sure I can live up to a build-up like that, though.”“Bloody hell, that's a novelty,” jibed Sue. “Modesty from Sylv.”Sylvie laughed. “Not modesty, stage-fright,” she asserted,Sue took her by the hand, led her to the centre of the living area surrounded by the three white leather sofas, pushed her gently but firmly down on to all fours, positioned her so that her ass was. Her upper arms were also held in place by thick rubber straps attached to the corset, forcing her upper arms to hug her slender body. As a final detail, the rubber straps and corset fastenings were held securely in place by tiny padlocks. Once the padlocks were all secured, one of her attendants, a tall muscular man with a weathered face and callused hands, who one would normally expect to find aboard a fishing trawler, grabbed the girls jaw and forced it open, before roughly shoving a gag in.