There was no sag at all, just perfect cones. In her nervousness her nipples were hard as granite. I had to pause and just admire for a moment. That, a...d adjust the erection in my sweats. I told her to strike some poses for me, and she did. Arms across her chest, her nipples peeking from between the crooks in her elbows. Then, her arms behind her back, head turned slightly, chin down, eyes looking up and to an angle at me. Then a shot with her looking downward's toward the floor. I then had her. It was a ridiculously cheesy schoolgirl uniform, complete with saddle shoes, knee socks, white cotton bra and panties, and of course the obligatory pigtail holders. Something told me I just might be meeting a stereotypical pervert. ‘Marri, your client is downstairs,’ Beverly’s voice said. I sighed and got up. When I reached the foyer, my heart constricted. This client wasn’t attractive like Frank. He was short and stocky with gray hair and more than a few wrinkles near his eyes. I felt dirty. Nor do you need to decide tonight. You can think about it for a week. You can consult your husband or Father Mahoney.”“I don’t need a week, or a day, or an hour,” said Michelle, her hands at the buttons of her blouse. “I’m ready. I’m ready right now.”“You’re sure?” said Mother Valencia. “Your consent, once given, is irrevocable. You must endure a dozen hard strokes of the lash. And if you call out for the whipping to stop, it will do you no good. The punishment will continue to its end. But the. She led me to the other side of the table and helped me get on the bed… or… in the bed. I could hear the latex sheets flopping around as I was trying to figure out how to do this. She was very encouraging and supportive of the newbie that I was. She invited me to relax and to position myself comfortably.“Okay, open your mouth… that is your breathing tube. Bite in it lightly until the bed is fully empty. Are you ready? If there is anything wrong, tell me right away.”“Uh-huh.”The long zipper slid.