But no matter how much she washed, she just didn't feel clean. She felt dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty!Especially her pussy. But whenever she would wash i..., touch it, she felt so warm, so... so... Looking down at the warm water running down her naked body, she had visions of a huge phallus pressing up between her dripping breasts, towards her parted, welcoming lips."No!" she reprimanded herself, flinging her hand from her traitorous snatch."This isn't working," she muttered as water dripped from. Davidson the First might have managed this with a small, mostly hands-off selection committee, and he certainly succeeded magnificently, but I don't know how he did it. This quickly became one of my largest single tasks.Of course many suitable candidates were identified. I performed the final winnowing myself, using what I can only describe as an instinct that I never knew I possessed until now.Even when I had a reasonably sized pool of candidates, none were notified of my interest. Instead. Tuesday evening went pleasantly with comfortable snuggling while he read to her and increasingly ardent kisses when he stopped."I've a court case at Bristol on Thursday so I'll be driving down there tomorrow and won't be back until late on Thursday night. I'm afraid it'll be Friday before I can see you again. The Crown then?" Yes please." I'll pick you up at seven." OK. Would you ring me on Wednesday and Thursday so that I know you're safe?" Yes, my Katrina. Of course."He did that and on both. ”“Where is she now,” I asked, “back in the cellar?”“I was tempted but no. I have her strapped to the four corners of the bed in one of my spare rooms. I always keep it ready in case of little emergencies like this. She was calm when I left her. Would you like to come and visit her? I think both of us together should send out a clear signal.”It was only as she stood up that I really got a good look at what she was wearing. She had gone from the expensive sophistication of our first meeting,.