She so wanted more of the incredible feelings she had discovered today, but she must not touch herself, her mother had instilled this into her from an...early age. Even in the fathers sermons at church he had become so serious and said punishment would fall to those who partake in self masturbation.Gem in her dilemma turned away from her wanton body and searched out her clothing for the day. Now she had just finished school , she could wear whatever she pleased. Slipping her panties on, she. .and... and she's going to make me one in lilac? Oh no pleaseVickie, just make me a plain apron in white. That will be good enoughfor me. Oh, since I am going to have to make her ruffled one then shehas to do the same for me. They're tea aprons? Used at formal settings,yes I see. Yeah, Vickie, making the fancier ones will get us a highergrade too. Shit!"ooo"Do I really have to take ballet Mrs. Taylor? Oh no, she's driving intothe big mall. Er... Mrs. Taylor, do we have to go here. Isn't there. I assist Master Merle Heathcoate in his printing business. I came to Oxford with the daughter of my former employer, Lord Sanderson, and his foster son, who is enrolled in B— College.” Sandrine had never before in her life invoked the name of Amélie’s father and her former lover, but now it seemed necessary.Henry’s father continued to stare at her.“But why are you here?”Sandrine knew the man understood why she was there.“Henry is my son, is he not?”“No!”Sandrine took a step forward.“You would. She continued lay quietly as the leg irons were also removed, replaced by a spreader bar which stretched her thighs to their very limit, causing her cramped muscles to scream in pain."Go ahead and struggle, Cheryl," his soft voice said. "It won't do you any good. You belong to me, and I'm going to use you for my enjoyment. But first, I want to explore my little piece of slave meat." Every muscle in Cheryl's body tensed when he touched her. First, behind her ear, then slowly drawing a circle.