In the center of the small room was a hanging stock. It wassetup so as to keep me standing straight up. Then a leather hoodwas placed over my head, sh...tting me off from sight and sound. Mysense of smell was overpowered by the smell of the leather hood. Aman's hand grasped my left breast kneading it until the hand justencircled the nipple. Vibrations invaded my sense of feel followedby rapid multiple pin pricks all over my nipple. My right breastfelt a repeat of the feeling. Before the feeling. Furious that she wouldn’t look at me, I grabbed her throat, forcing her back against the wall, her eyes finally on mine. “Please,” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just want this to end.”“Continue.” Confusion spread across her face, momentarily stopping her tears. “Continue what?” She was a mess. Her face was puffy from crying, her hair wild, her clothes disheveled. “Finish the story.”“Wha-what story? I don’t- ““Tell me what else you learned.” Silence. “TELL ME.” “No-nothing. I just. Her pussy was dripping slightly, and spit was forming around her lip.Fabienne wanted my mother to look like a proper slut. She insisted that Connasse wear garish makeup that made her look more like a slutty clown. Her hair was a mess, even though she wore a small black ribbon in it.“Connasse needs to hang above the table like an ornament for a few hours. It will help her learn to move quickly when you or I give her a command from now on. It will be nice to finally get some peace and quiet. Trev - you be the judge - and be honest!", she laughed. She turned to the side and lifted her robe to expose her backside which I saw was covered by a very shiny white nylon full-cut panty. She looked at Claire and said, "All right "Toots" - let's have a look at yours." Claire stood up and lifted her robe to reveal a black nylon hip hugger style panty with lace on the front. I sat in my chair wide-eyed, but liking the show I was getting. Kathleen said, "Well Trev - whose as is bigger?" Somehow,.