“So who’s up first?” Amanda demanded of the scared teens, watching them look at each other worried. “I like the blonde bitch” Sarah said, sp...aking up for the first time. “She looks petrified, I can’t to hear her moan.” “Who cares if she moans, it’s day 1, they’re meant to scream – remember what Becky did to me last year first up? I barely slept for the first 3 days!” countered Amanda. “Fine, take the brunette”, Steph said as Beth whimpered in her cage, “I’m pretty sure she was the one who was. Anna walked slowly back and forth in front of me, not pacing, not really strutting but moving fluidly like a lioness moves. Muscles rippling, smooth skin showing the flex and relaxation of her thighs, her arms, her shoulders. And that big black dildo ominously protruding from her crotch, swaying and bobbing with each step. Even the way her corset seemed to ride from side to side on her rolling hips with each stride was arousing, animalistic and dangerous. And the sound, those spike boot heels. Joey had spent three days searching the internet for information on how to best approach a sex crime victim. He had also spent an hour with a colleague of Dr. Bernstein to get more pointers. Self esteem or the loss thereof was the key problem for the victims. They needed to feel loved and accepted even though they would reject love at first. There was the tendency to withdraw into a protective cocoon, mentally or physically, and this had to be countered early on. Disfigurement was a serious. I went into the shop and Jen asked.“Going for the audition?”Bob took the lead.“Yes Jen this lovely lady is going to make my morning and dance provocatively me!”He almost purred when he spoke.I giggled at his remark and we set off on the short walk to his club. All of the lighting and neon signage was turned off as Bob took out a huge ring of keys and began to unlock the front door of his club. We stepped into the dark lobby as he disarmed the alarm system. Switching on the lights he closed and.