I would like you to give a big warm welcome to the star of the show, Pauline The Slut”I put on the first outfit, a white PVC dress and headed out on...the stage. There were whistles and cat calls as I went out. People had their phones out and were taking photos. I walked all the way around the edge of the stage, smiling, shaking my hips and breasts. There was a lot of hollering and whistleing. I went back and changed into the second outfit, a black bdsm two piece. Tony hand me my drink before I. “My name’s Paul.” He looked even more attentively at my bulges, and calmly asked, “Paul, eh? But what do I call you?” My face felt as though it was sunburned – but I don’t think that was the focus of his attention. “Sorry,” he said. “If I can have a little milk, perhaps I can call back later – when you’re more prepared for visitors.” “Yes,” I said, getting some milk from the fridge and handing it to him, “that would be nice.” What was I saying? What was he thinking? “Thank you.” he said, with a. #3, having just watched until then, knelt at Simone's feet. Roughly pushing them open wider, he reached up and pulled her thong aside to look at her bare cunt. “Someone is turned on,” he jeered. He used her panties to rub her erect clit, before shoving two fingers inside her wet hole. #3 finger fucked the snobby princess until her hips started snapping in rhythm with his thrusts. “Hey man, I could something to spank these nipples with,” #1 said. Declan, ever helpful, produced one within. I had no idea where any of that had come from.It always surprised me when Lucy’s imagination was, somehow, even darker than my own.Session C25:“Why would you let them sleep?”“Because it harms no one, and they’d be happier.”“Do you think society agrees with you?”“That’s a complicated question,” Richard began. Again, I cut him off.“If you had to boil it down to a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer?”“No,” he said, after a long pause.“So,” I asked cautiously, “you are okay with doing things that society doesn’t.