“May I open the door a little?,” he asks. He opens and peers in the crack. There is a new woman sitting up to her waist in milk, her wet and shi...y torso and pert pointed breasts the colour of rich dark chocolate. She smiles and beckons him in. She mimes wiping herself with a towel. There isn’t one hanging on the rail. When he hurries to bring one back, she beckons him to soap her back, again with such a delicious smile. Ouan hesitates, overwhelmed by the whole thing. Then he takes the. She slowly removed her tee and unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down in a sexy way which resembled a porn-star and slowly her bra and her panties too went away now she is completely naked in front of me. I took her into my hands and made her sit on the bed.“You disappointed me” I whispered in her ears. Now she started to tremble and begging me to not be too rude. “Lie on the bed” I whispered in a husky voice made her lie in the middle of the bed spread-eagled her and tied her hands & legs to. June Cartwright. Unable to use his hands to ease the pain he rolled over and over the floor in a vain attempt to ease the agony, his petticoat riding up his nylon stockings and over his hips exposing the pink nylon panties. Tears pouring down his face, nylon covered legs kicking into the air, petticoat around his waist, pink panties in full view, crying in pain, begging for mercy, he was the complete humiliated pathetic sissy."Mercy? You will receive no mercy from me," June Cartwright sneered,. He was 5 feet 7 inches tall, and though he had fairly decent definition from all the swimming he did, he still weighed just 135 pounds. His shaggy dirty-blond hair was always falling in his big green eyes.He wore glasses, of course, but tried to look less like a nerd by having wire rims instead of the black horn-rims associated with geekdom. It didn't really help. He still had to wear a pocket protector because, when he was focused on a project he would forget to cap his pen, and ruin his.