." she started."Yes," the professor said. "I have to remind you that you are not licensed to perform surgical procedures. That is for doctors only. If...anything needs to be done to Dr. Hamilton-Smythe's crotch with a pair of surgical scissors then leave that to me." He paused. "It might be a good thing too!"The little jest was delivered in a crackling dry voice, completely dead pan. Hannah, despite her worry and fatigue let up a pearly girlish laugh. The professor, almost old enough to be. She had done a Goth-thing. She dressed Goth, her room was Goth, and, most disturbingly of all, she had no friends that were not Goth. The first time I met her best friend, Cecelia, who was commonly known only as Cee, she told me that my sister was starting to grow hair on her pussy. What kind of comment is that to make? Cee was not exactly a bad looking little girl. She was a year older than Lisa, a wee bit pudgy, but had a very cute face if you could ever get that wanta-be-dead makeup off her. I think no one cares. Gunga Din and I are the focus of the next fight.He and I walk out to the middle of the training ground."Do you need a moment?" I ask him.He inclines his head. "Do you, need a moment?" I am good," is all I get out before Gunga Din lets out a sharp piercing shout and swing the sword in a slash across my chest.I block without thinking. He makes 3 more slashes in rapid succession. I am one with the sword, I block. I have not had to move more than a step to two all this time.. "The beauty of this is that it let's us be that sluts that we all really want to be but don't let ourselves.Fastened into that rack, we thrust our cunts out and back and open, waiting to be serviced like an animal in heat. And it's all ok, because we're restrained and can't do anything about it. Look at how turned on she's getting and no one has even touched her".Sure enough as she looked at Sharon from behind, the arousal was obvious. Her labia were engorged and swollen, beginning to pout.