..Orwas she the tormentor, and Flo simply her instrument of humiliation? "Ihaven't understood half of what you ladies have spoken about." Hold on," Lu...inda said. "Sally, come back to my place tonight. We'lltry to hack in together. Kirsten, you best go home before Flo getscurious. I'll call you on your landline if we need to infiltrate Flo'soffices." Infiltrate?" I said. "I thought I was the only one with the cheesylines." Sally and I can go in as tech geeks. I'll make sure you have. "His eyes light up momentarily giving his true feelings for her away, but she wasn't paying attention to the wide eyed puppy dog looks."You're welcome." Was his only reply.He began circling around her body again, his riding crop drawing up between the crack of her butt, and around each nipple, causing them to become erect and wanting attention.Unconsciously she has had a fantasy about being a love slave for years, but never had the guts to seek out a real experience. Some how what she thought. ” Is the reply. “Please do something…. Please?” you begin to beg. And as if your begging was the signal he had been waiting for, you feel a light touch to the end of your overly exposed clitoris. It makes you jump as it was sudden and unexpected. When the rush of adrenaline passes you begin to push your hips up as high as you physically can (which isn’t very much), in hope that the play will begin in earnest. “Yes, that feels good” you offer, hoping that he will not stop again. Gratefully, he. Consequently, Sydney did her best to wearclothes that wouldn't call attention to her nipples in public. When in school and oneweekends she secretly got a thrill out the stares her breasts/nipples drew whenparading around the mall in a tank top over a lacy bra and a pair of tight cut offs overa lace thong on weekends.Chapter 2 Suppressed DesiresSydney was constantly imagining every male was staring at her nipples even on dayswhen she wore concealing clothing. Given her repressed exhibitionist.