"Turning to me and smiling innocently, Susie groaned, "Is it any wonder my knickers are wet, Donny, the way you play with me through them turns me on ...ike you wouldn't believe and, even when I'm on my own thinking out you and the wonderful things you do to me, they get so wet I have to put my hand down inside the front of them and masturbate.Suddenly and to my great delight, Susie used one hand to lift her skirt right up round her waist and as she opened her legs wide, letting me see the now. Kate was flustered all over again. “Please let him in, Jen,” Kate finally replied.Jen escorted Mr. Walker, who walked in with a sly grin on his face as he held out his hand. “A pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Phillips. I just came to check up on my order to see if it was being properly fulfilled.”Jen heard this, and being ever helpful and trying to make up for her earlier mistake, replied, “I can check that for you, Kate, if you want.”“I would like that. You can see if my order was placed. And you can't makeme become a woman - I don't want to!" I rattled the chains attached to mylimbs, but they were securely fastened and didn't budge.Sophie smiled thinly. "You're right of course - except for the bit aboutyou telling anyone and refusing to have the operation. Because if youdon't cooperate, I'm going to the authorities with what I know about themurkier parts of your business. You know, the tax fraud? The drugimportation? The payoffs?"I stared at her aghast. How did she even know. Then the crop, a standard affair, about 18? from tipto tip, very useful anywhere for stingy effect, but uniquely so in tight placeslike between the upper legs.? It would produceexcellent red marks, which, if intense enough, would last for days, turningdark and blue.and finally the whip, 12 strands of fairly heavyleather, which would sound very mighty, but would leave dramatic marks of theirpassage on skin only if the strokes were heavy enough, and that effect requireda surprisingly muscular.