And wondered, what had happened tomake me love it so much?*******************The initial shock at being sent to dance in Club Angel had graduallyworn...off over the first few weeks. Although much of my time was stillspent in lessons at the College, I was rostered to work for an hour ortwo each day.While I always started with a show on the stage, much of my time was infact spent around the club mixing with the clientele. I was expected tochat with them and encourage them to buy me expensive. As soon as my Jeans loosen I can feel her fingers run under the lace and down to my asshole, my hot quivering asshole. "Do you like that?," Emmy whispers to me. "Uhh- hmm," Is all I can respond as I lean forward even more in submission, elbows on the table. I close my eyes again and feel my heart racing. I try and relax my muscles as much as I can as I feel her cold finger now pressing on my hot asshole. She runs her fingers up and down the crack of my ass where it is all hot and sweaty. She is. His fingers found my clit his fingers pushed the hood back and then clamped down on it. "You know in some places they cut this off a women, stops her from enjoying sex to much. I don't know if that's true or not but I know this is useful to me," he said with a smirk. His fingers held it firmly; he tightened them and twisted it very hard. I screamed louder then before and dropped to my knees. My body exploded with pain, my entire body quavered and I nearly passed out."See how useful that is,. Then there was my favourite Miss Cashmore, she taught the Business class. She was a tall and very sexy Brunette who would always dress in a smart suit, with her long hair tied back in a neat pony tail. She was perfect, wonderful figure, nice round butt, excellent rack up front and a face that could charm an angel.Now about my problem, and what a problem it was!Ever since I had become a Senior the previous Summer, I had been forced to walk around as if in a limp. Everyone had got into thinking I.