I had half expected their confinement to inflame them rather than to calm them but perhaps Aristides was correct in suggesting that their anger was me...ely a form of reflected sexual orgasm and that once expressed, calm returned."Well, I am pleased that you see that you were treated justly. Let us draw a line under the behaviour of yesterday and turn instead to the challenges of today. Please sit." I waved to two chairs. The girls looked at one another, surprised by my offer."When you are. Absorbing the view, I once again run my hands up her skirt, coming close, but not touching her panties. Teasing, I stroke this incredible smoothness, made twice as smooth by virtue of being forbidden fruit. Next I stand up, pull the peasant blouse away from her chest, and peer down the top, smiling at the fact that she wears no bra to tether her tiny 32A tits. I hold the blouse open for several minutes, ogling Pamela's erect nipples, soaking in those tits. Enjoying the fact that this woman. I worked on my makeup, bold and striking red lipstick and dark mascara. Spraying some of my favourite perfume in the air I walked through the mist.Lastly I pulled on long lacy gloves, grabbing a lovely flexible riding crop in my right hand. I was ready to go back and play with my pet.Claire was a vision of perfection as she knelt there, her hands behind her back, her butt back on her feet and legs folded beneath her. She’d towel dried herself though her hair was a little damp still. She kept. An hour later Feake was easing the truck over the rough winding alleys of what had once been a factory district but was now a converted housing project of sorts. Ingenuity and desperation had transformed empty old warehouses into a rambling slum of rickety apartments, but it was one of several places in the Shantytown where the buildings were big enough to hide a truck and the rest of Tarcher’s operation. Feake glanced around. Trucks like this weren’t too common in the Shantytown and he was.