No touching yourself, no touching me.” She began to shimmy her panties off over her wide hips, exposing the pink nakedness of her waxed pussy, as hi... breathing came short and he suddenly felt very dizzy. No touching her? What was she doing? The panties fell to the floor and he soon had an answer to his question. She positioned herself on the sofa directly in front of him, less than two feet away, and drew her knees up, letting them fall open, exposing her everything to his unwavering gaze. The. I mean, listen to me! I'm not even -- able, really -- t'make love to a woman. And I don't particularly want to take up with some older woman in a, in a like -- platonic relationship-thing, neither. But that doesn't mean I don't have an interest -- in sex." I'm not sure I'm understanding you, Bill." Oh Hell, I know you don't. Why would you? I ain't never spoken of it, to you. But I'm going to explain it to you. And after I do, you might not want to be my friend anymore. You might not even want. Yes, there would sensory deprivation of a degree sufficient for punishment but the inmate would have access to literature for reading and would be a view of the world outside the cell to eliminate the feeling of being totally encapsulated. This view, however, would be only of a landscape, there would be no possibility of any intentional or accidental human contact. The essential punishment, therefore, would be the deprivation of contact with or any interaction with any other human being. By. ” Kate’s head was reeling. She looked at the faces in the room all looking back at her, as she slowly started to comprehend her fate. She could feel her legs tremble as he continued to play to the gallery. “And also, Lady Kate, how would the establishment react to knowing how you pick up young men in bars and open your legs so willingly?”“It wasn’t like that Simon, you know that,” she pleaded, but his words only confirmed what a fool she had been. She now realised that this was her trial. Simon.