"I'm whatever I tell you I am, you fucking cunt. Now come here." He jerked down on her arm, giving her no choice. Rosie swayed in her heels and fel... onto his knee, just barely catching herself on the desk. She sat up primly, hoping maybe this was all he wanted. She could just sit on his knee, and let him do what he wanted back there.But Mr. Jones leaned forward, reached around Rosie with both arms, and placed his hands on her stockinged knees. He began slowly spreading them apart as he. She tentatively reached out and put her hands on Debbie's sides. Debbie put her hands on Karen’s shoulders, and then waited. "Fifteen minutes ago, I was ready to kill the man that succeeded where I had hinted and failed. I was ready to castrate him, when I suddenly realized that I could smell your intoxicating aroma on him. A new fantasy blasted through my mind, one that I had never had before. I wanted him naked. I wanted to bury my face in your smell and taste him and you. I wanted to taste. "She let that sink in."Dresses too Mom?" he asked, pointing."I am not sure about that part," she admitted. "It makes a bit of sensethough, the short dress will keep you from bending, if that is an issue,but it will also keep your legs from overheating with the stockings on.So that makes a lot of sense, you will want to wear shorts or a skirt oryes a dress if you are wearing pantyhose in the summer. Shorts will beokay but your crotch will become quite warm, with a skirt or dress thatwon't. He removed the pins from her breasts, pinching the nipples as He didso, then releasing them, watching as the blood surged and she sucked in herbreath from the sharp, sweet pain...He squeezed each breast, loving theirfullness and weight...He returned to her pussy, spread open with thespeculum, removed it and flicked the clothespin, she whimpered again. Hesmiled...He reached up and unhooked her legs and wrists..."Turn around,with your head off the bed...I still have one more hole to inspect".