At least you left your panties off, so your punishment won't be TOO severe when I get to that", I told her."I was embarrassed. My nipples were poking ...hrough my blouse and anyone could see that I wasn't wearing a bra", she pleaded."I know that, girl. Why do you think I wanted you to dress the way I specifically ordered you to? I wanted you to be embarrassed. I wanted you to feel like you were on display", I replied. "Take off your blouse, your bra, and your skirt, then kneel on the floor", I. If you’re able,” I qualified. “Lance . . .” she now sniffed, both of us sliding off the bed onto the carpet. “Will you tell me your name?” I asked. “Samantha,” she replied. “Samantha,” I echoed warmly. “Anyone ever call you Sam?” I wondered as we sat on the floor, facing each other. “At times,” she admitted. “Sam and Lance,” I said. “Sounds like a pretty good team.” “You think you’ve found a pretty good team here?” Samantha asked. “With this trainer?” “Definitely,” I replied as the door. Then I noticed her. The physician assistant who had just helped my doctor with this procedure. I don't know how I missed it when she walked in, but she was unbelievable. The hottest young Indian woman I had ever seen in my life. She was maybe a year or two older than me at best. Her body was a work of pure perfection. And suddenly it damned on me that she had just seen my completely uncovered cock and balls. I glanced down and noticed that some shrinkage had absolutely been in effect. After all. “Good Fiona now I know where I stand and that maybe the willingness is not always so easy to come by. But I'm not worried about that Fiona; what I’m worried about at the moment is what sort of underwear a whore wears to work so we’ll start by removing the blouse.”She hesitated before telling Steve no. “Ok maybe we’ll have to help you along with that Fiona”. He reached back and picked up the phone and hit a button. Hello Pauline its Steve Lomax..........is Mr. Butterworth still on site?” Fiona's.