My mailman was standing in the door, just grinning. Hi!!, I said excited. Well tell me, how many guys have you got lined up? I asked. Were you really ...erious, when you said how many didnt matter? he asked. Hell yes, damn it, I want as many as you can get. I replied. Well, he paused, then grinned again. How would you feel about letting 6 of us watch your show, then we will use that hot cunt of yours. Hell yes, If you can bring more too. I answered. How old are they? I asked. They are 18 to 25.. Opening one of the side doors I ushered her into the make-up room. Turning to face her, my hands holding hers, I smiled, kissed her tenderly, then spoke. "Remember the rules, no turning back," I kissed her again, squeezed her hands, then released her. "Strip."My voice purposefully commanding, it sent a shiver through her body, even as she obeyed, slipping off her clothes, folding each and creating a small pile on the nearby chair. Once naked she stood before me, proud yet embarrassed, only. Vince didn’t rush to the bedroom. Instead I had time to go to the basement and get the acrylic cane, feeling it’s weight as I carried it up the stairs. I had plenty of time to get into appropriate cane position, with my panties pulled down and my dress pulled up, my hands leaning on the bed as I held myself in a bent over position with legs spread slightly and back slightly arched. I had plenty of time to hold still and allow the dread to build. It felt like an eternity before the door finally. Now she asked me what she should be wearing tonight, "you obviously have put some thought into this so I think you have an idea what I should be wearing." "Well yes actually I do, why don't you have a quick shower while I lay it out for you." As she went into the bathroom I went and got her a pink satin bra and knickers set out complete with garter belt and black seamed stockings. A pair of boots that come up to her knees. Then a black leather mini skirt and a sheer white blouse.She showered.