His laugh rolled through me again as I felt his hand leave my thigh, his fingers encircling my small wrist, pressure building to the point I tried to ...ull back as he easily held me there, leaning towards me, pressing a kiss to my neck, his words muffled by against my skin, ‘I do believe someone needs to teach you a lesson little girl.’ A flash of alarm set off deep inside of me at the demeaning name, I may be short of stature, but I was not a little girl in any stretch of the imagination and. He was at least 10 years her junior, about 6'1" and around 200 pounds. Jeena did not see him but I knew she would like him and suggested we go to the dance floor.We were dancing with her back to the bar and me facing it. After a minute I pointed to him and waved him on the floor. As he danced his way onto the floor he looked her up and down and obviously approved. Aside from her shoes, she wore a tiny black "slut" dress and thong. The guy slipped into position behind her, pressed himself. ‘I’ll see you this evening,’ he said, rather louder than was necessary.At 5.30pm, Louise was sat in her salon in a state of high anxiety, waiting for the creepy taxman to arrive. Her mind was working overtime, running through the possibilities of how the meeting was going to pan out. Things were going to go badly, whichever way she looked at it.She gave a start as the salon door burst open, and he entered from the secluded courtyard her premises overlooked. She stood to greet him, and tried to. If her Master forced her to have orgasms she did not mind. In fact she was getting excited thinking about it.So Gold Finger attached a few more sensors to their bodies to monitor blood pressure, heart rate and other vital signs. He checked all the electrical connections and everything looked good. He started his computer program for training in Kissing, Fucking and Orgasm. He was excited to see his Fuck-O-Matic finally in action. He dimmed the lights to make the room more romantic. He lit.