Nita was of Pakistani descent, short, petite with big breasts and tight bottom dressed that day in tee shirt and painted on jeans in low shoes. Nita w...s a really stunning girl a year older than Chris who worked in the same office. Chris made me a cup,of coffee, them tea and we sat and watched a bit of telly. Chris had told Nita all about our relationship so Nita Wasn,t shocked when Chris sat in my lap and snogged me passionately. “Hey Daddio. Nita needs a hug, too.” Chris laughed as she moved. I got courage and decided to repeat my action to a greater response since we both were very closer to each other since childhood days we hugged each other whenever we were too happy or too sad.So I asked her to hug me she did so and said that she loves me a lot as I care for her a lot during hugging her my chest pressed her boobs which made me feel erotic. my penis started to get erect but I controlled it then while talking I suddenly put my hand on her breast and after seeing no reaction I. Clarissa never entered Lacie’s cell unarmed. Every morning (or what Lacie assumed was morning, there were no windows or clocks in her cell) Clarissa woke Lacie, getting her ‘morning workout’ before Clarissa left for the day. It always started the same way. Clarissa would wake Lacie with pain, get her to sit up, then slap Lacie, knocking her to the floor. Clarissa would kick at Lacie, getting the beleaguered captive to crawl across the cold tiles, trying to escape the punishment. Clarissa would. I led Marilyn down to the basement and she saw the rack over the other side of the room and asked what I was going to do to her? I said Marilyn honey just love up your body the way it should be used. The rack I built was a x rack to spread her wide open and spread eagle with straps for her ankles, wrists and one very wide one for her belly. I told Marilyn to go stand there and I would shackle her to the x rack so she could see how much fun it was going to be she did as she was told. I then.