But this was all about to change she complimented herself while walking towards her new job interview! Dressed sharply and fueled with a renewed sense...of energy she was finally here to take on the world again. Today was the day she was going to turn things around, let herself be noticed . No more sobbing in the sofa, no more feeling sorry for herself, no more playing the victim!She spent the best part of the morning prepping herself up to make an impression,...her long dark hair nicely wrapped. Catharine wanted to go masturbate but she resisted the strong temptation to get herself off until she'd danced at least once or twice. Then, she might not be able to hold out for the remainder of the evening.Then, Catharine began getting dressed for her first dance set of the evening. She'd cycled through a lot of show outfits and characters over recent weeks, but tonight she thought she'd actually play on her former work at CSI. Catharine came onto the stage when it was her turn to dance, in. She bought a pair of handcuffs at a stag shop and the skankiest tartan skirt she could find. She then went to a cheap salon and got a Brazilian wax. There was time to think as the painfully hot wax was poured over her pussy mound and other bits. Was she the first girl ever to knowingly wax herself before a rape? Would her rapists appreciate the smoothness of her pussy, the extra sensitivity of her perfectly hairless skin?She drove home early. 9pm came agonizingly slowly.When it felt late. I think I gasped, as I had never really seen another pussy before, well, my own, but seeing yourself in the mirror is just not the same as seeing a delicious cunt being spread by fingers exposing the coral pink flesh." Show Daddy Amanda, do what she is doing," he spoke encouragingly into my ear. His hand under the blanket was vigorously moving. I struggled to pull my panties aside like the girl did, but was not successful, so I lifted my ass up and pulled them off, tossing them on daddy's lap..