"You're a horny little thing aren't you, but if Nicky wants more, thenhe needs to learn: no touchy." My hand was off her hip like it was red-hot, and...a mischievous smirk crept across her face, "Good, boy...try toshow a little modesty won't you?" She gripped my dancing cock as myface flushed in embarrassment, and she began her stroking again:sloowwwwly up, pause, slowwwwly back down to the base, squeeze."Nnnnnngh," I whimpered again."Okay, sweetie, if you want more I want to hear you say it.". Janie cowered and tried to hide her private parts.Miss Chambers plugged the heavy duty electric clippers into a waterproof electric point. “Get rid of that disgusting belly fur, just leave a Mohican,” Dr Richardson ordered.“It’s easiest if you sit on the edge of the desk,” Miss Chambers suggested.Janie did as she said, the clippers buzzed against her belly, she started feeling a warm moist sensation in her vagina. The hair fell away leaving just a wide strip, wider than a Brazilian.“Head to. I couldn’t.I guess that’s me trying to obtain some pride. But then in a matter of seconds he stripped me of my clothes, he tied his belt around my neck so tight I could barely swallow and fastened my hands to it. My wrists met my shoulder blades in a not so gentle way. Somehow I still felt like I had some control, like he was manipulating me into being scared, like he was testing me, and I him. I wouldn’t cave, I’ve never caved! With my hands fastened so that I couldn’t use them without. To her right, a jazz trio played. Beyond them was a bar. Across the room a wide staircase curved its way to the next floor. To her left was a glass wall that must have an impressive view in the daylight, but now reflected the light from an enormous chandelier that hung from the ceiling of the floor above.In between, there were the people; most had a drink in hand. The men were in suits or more formal clothes. The women were in dresses that ranged from miniskirts to evening gowns. Hollywood,.