I slowly turned my head and through my blurred vision I could see half adozen pairs of legs in high heels and stockings. I twisted my headfurther and...saw the heavily made-up eyes of Steve's stable of transvestiteprostitutes watching me through the bars. Some of the whores had theircustomers with them; they had drifted along with the prostitutes when theyhad been ordered from their workrooms to witness my punishment.I recognised Charlotte, one of the whores who I worked with here in EBlock the. ’ With a big smile on her face she grabbed Sarah’s clammy hand and pulled her around the corner into the bedroom. Melissa’s dress – the dress in question you might say – was hanging from a hook covered in sheer plastic. It was beautiful: long, elegant, wrap around style, with intricate hand stitching reminiscent of a Japanese Kimono. Sarah’s stomach flipped. She felt so bad about the dress and now here it was being rubbed in her nose again. She stammered, ‘Uh, I…’ Melisssa saw her friend. Although I wouldnt mind tapping her ass, too, Bill added, with a laugh. Mr. Pickerton laughed too. Your obsession for fucking girls in the ass is an unhealthy fetish. Bill defended, I like to see women submit to the naughtiest taboo and give in to me unconditionally. Sex equals power, Mr. Pickerton pointed out. As true today as it was hundreds of years ago, Bill agreed. I had always wanted to be a fly in the room able to hear what the men talked about, and now hearing it I was appalled at how. “I… don’t know-” There was a shift of vertigo and suddenly Danica was sitting on the edge of her desk. Her hose and panties were down around her ankles and her skirt had been rolled up to expose her hips. Jake knelt before her, face buried between her legs, but she couldn’t tell what he was doing because she was already cumming, gripping at the desk and squirming. Jake didn’t stop. Danica could feel his lips and tongue at work on her, and his hands were rubbing along her thighs, holding them.