Dominika gasps as her butt-muscles pucker tight. Sveta’s finger runs gently up, then . . . down . . . slowly orbiting . . . THE TWELFTH DIRECTORATE... Viktor gazes, the buzzing phone in hand, his body paralyzed, eyes and ears transfixed on what the two gorgeous women on the TV screen are doing. ‘Oh ggggod,’ Dominika breathes. Her hips thrash about at the touch of such a prohibited place. ‘Love me long, take me to your heart, for its there that I belong.’ Sveta whispers mimicking Elvis’ creamy. ? I had my eyes closed, trying to breathe, so all I could dowas nod. ?Right?? she asked. ?Yes, mistress!? She squeezed me, hard, then let go, then walked over to anothertable in the corner.? I?d seen it out ofthe corner of my eye and felt my excitement rise.? It was covered with toys.? She selected one of them and came back to me. ?Spread your feet,? she said.? I did.??Put your hands behind your back,? she said.? I did.?She walked behind me and I felt her placing handcuffs around mywrists.? It. I am convinced that my father is trying to distract me from you, we had no sooner arrived here than he took me to a surf shop. A surf shop for crying out loud! He pretended that he was interested in surfing and even went as far as buying board shorts and a steamer suit, I half expected that he would buy a surfboard. But the real reason that he took me there was boys, hundreds of them, bronzed, toned, dreadlocked surfer boys, YUK! I bought a bikini and we left. He sat me down and told me what he. Nothing against any of those souls - a humanhungers for what it needs. But this was another way of putting her footto my neck. She could have had me dress like an astronaut, and theeffect would have been the same. Except for the views you got from thepublic.I looked at the mirror. I looked silly. The dress was too short, thepetticoats too flouncy. My hands looked big for a woman's. Somethingstill wasn't right about the neck. My ass wasn't bouncy enough. And, ofcourse, my boobs were fake. For.