She laughed."Ha ha, no, yes, but no for the moment. A crutch is something you use tountil you get better. I think we need to try a masturbation crutch...foryou. I want you to stand up and drop your pants and underwear, step outof them and then kneel down in front of me and masturbate."I could not believe my ears. My face turned red. Again she laughed. "Isee you are embarrassed by my directions to you. You have the wrong idea.Do you get embarrassed when a man sticks his finger up your rectum?". She heard amuffled curse as the door slammed shut behind them, and experiencedwhat she might have thought of as a feeling of Deja Vu, except thatthis time, she knew better. She felt the urge to press her palms overher eyes, wanting to squeeze the delicate skin around them to stop thetears that she felt beginning to form, but stopped herself, knowingthat doing so would only ruin her make up.She waited a few moments before walking over to the window and thenwatched her erstwhile visitors trudge. When they were finally stripped away from her body, he studied her naked form. The nipples on her lovely breasts were perked as the cold air licked them. He could see her shaking as the cold air caressed her body. He smirked, proud of his work on her so far, but he was not done yet. He dug into his pocket, and pulled out some rope. At first, Rosaline panicked, and squirmed a bit, nervous about what he had planned. She watched him cautiously, while he was studying her reaction to such an. In the better light of the bathroom, she saw that her boobs were really going to cause some distractions. They were really popping out of the dress.Putting her hair in pigtails, pulling her long bangs into it as well, she pulled her long brown hair over her shoulders, letting the them cover her boobs. A little make-up to make her look older — just some eyeliner and some light lipstick, and she was done.Taking a step back and she saw a girl she hardly recognized. The make-up and the lack of.