My masseuse turned down the room lights and turned up the soft background music. I began to relax as I watched her select a bottle of oil from the cou...ter by the door.The masseuses worked on us for an hour, covering every inch of our bodies, eliciting groans and whimpers of satisfaction. When we were done, they thanked us and quietly left the room. Kate sat up and looked at me with hooded eyes, completely relaxed."Don't ever let me doubt you again," she said with a serene smile.She stood on. It was pulsing with a life of its own. I couldn’t believe the raw power and the heat that I could feel radiating from it. As I leaned forward my face was so close that I could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its ten-inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its coal black foreskin. He held it at the base while I lightly stroked it up and down. “Uuummm, that feels really good,” he hissed. Then he reached over to knead my. I looked curiously at Lorenzo and asked if I had heard correctly and what that was all about. He laughed and replied that the “whipping of the Wenches” was every ones favourite event, 2 young girls volunteer every year to be displayed on a stage in the Town Centre and whipped with a light whip. He went on to describe how they would be tied up, their clothes ripped open just enough to protect their modesty and they would pretend and act like they were really being whipped. He assured me that not. " But you were so good, why waste all those lessons?" Mum pleaded."No Mum, my mind's made up I dumped all my ballet stuff in a skip at the end of the road last week. I'm not going back!" she said crying."Melissa how could you do that?" "Easy because I don't want to waste any more time trying to be something I wasn't cut out to be," she wailed."Darling you had talent, your teacher said so." No Mum, if you want a ballerina in the family Billy can be it!" Melissa said. "It wont be me."Although the.