“Put these on and stand in the tub, slut.” He handed me a pair of white bikini type underwear. They were too small for me, but I struggled into th...m. When I finished, he pulled out his cock and pissed on them, and me, soaking them yellow.“OK slut-girl, now put these clothes on!” came his next order. Out of his bottomless canvas bag came a pair of very short bright white nylon shorts, and an almost matching tank top that had been roughly cut off so it ended just at my nipples. Across the front,. " Stop calling me ma'am Tony. Call me Alicia, Mrs. R or sweet pussy, but don't call me Mrs. Ransom or ma'am, okay?" Yes ma... , I mean yes Alicia." Give me a number where I can call you tomorrow around eleven or so. I'll get Mike out of the house somehow and you can come over and we can play some more."As I walked him to the door I said, "You understand that this is our secret right? No one else, and I mean no one, gets to know. You talk about it and all the boys will want to fuck me." You. Figg was standing next to an old candelabra. He was holding a sheaf of yellowed old pages, each in its own plastic sheet protector. Standing by him was his moron-in-chief, Higgins."Right you fuckers..."Doug stopped. There was another person in the room with them.He turned and saw a strikingly beautiful girl. He hadn't seen a figure like that outside of the wet dreams about big busted cheerleaders he used to have as a teen. She was in some kind of Halloween fancy dress. A demon or devil. Her. Also, he handed me a notarized request from a very prestigious private surgical clinic in Paris for your medical records and assured me a court order for same could be secured if necessary. I don’t have to be a rocket scientist to see where this is heading.“I have always, and always will, stand by our standards of care for all our patients, including you, Brandi. The decisions we made, and the treatment we have rendered on your behalf, were carried out with the utmost degree of professionalism.