The individual tables had our names, as did the racks (discreetly not photographed) so people would know where to sit and where to find their clothes....Of course some would just drop their things and hope to find them later. The rest of us, though, were a little more aring about our things.Rae and her boyfriend shared the table with us. She had on a yellow sheath that worked well with her complexion. The black pearls and black pearl stud earrings were accents that just went well. All in all it. I allowed her to stand so she could easily shed her clothes and reveal her smooth, pale skin. She turned back to me and I opened my arms for her to come closer. She did so willingly, again, straddling my waist before kissing me eagerly. My knees came up to block any escape as my hands trailed down her body and our tongues danced in a small battle. Although, when it comes to kissing, I have to admit she's the more dominant... My fingers again found her opening and I easily pressed into her. “Now, my pet, you are not dressed appropriately,” Lady Eva mentioned, as she reached into her desk drawer. Handing him a simple leather collar, with no jewels adorning it, she handed it to him. “Take the clothes off, and put this on. You have 1 minute to get it done,” she told him. Jared got up and went to leave the room, but was stopped by Eva’s voice. “Do not leave this room,” she simply said. With tension traveling up his spine, it took a lot to stamp down his temper. Rolling his neck, he. In effect, the position trapped her in a horrible mockery of the position for a gynecological examination, or for a torturous pelvic exam. If she lifted her head she was staring at her hairy pussy, obscenely displayed. If she looked left and right she was staring at her ankles and calves. This position was shaming and would soon become very painful. She was also becoming very tired. The lack of sleep combined with the horrid tortures they had already inflicted on her had weakened her. So,.