As Judy watched, she was deposited on a vacant roasting pit. Her spit started to turn while one of the attendants began to baste her from head to toe....It was a fascinatingly ordinary scene, but to Judy it was arousing beyond words. Her heart thumped, and she trembled with excitement.There were signposts in the park pointing towards the New Kate machine. It was unattended, so that curious girls could have a look without being pressured into taking a turn on it, but she was sure there would be. What I could see was your hair, long and beautiful. It reminded me of what it feel like around my face when you kissed me or the way it warmed my chest when your mouth was busy somewhere else. As I moved to let my eyes follow what my hands already knew, I also saw your hand, shy and unsure. As my hand followed the curvature of one check to the next I heard a slight moan. Eager to find the reason for this moan, I moved my hand again. As it passed, the moan came again. As my hand explored the. As the ribbon slipped betweenmy buttocks I thought of all the other things that might...Anyway, we made each other up, dressed just in our undies, and thenslipped on our tight, black cocktail dresses before heading off to theparty."So, Gwen, what is going to happen tonight?" I asked the long-leggedlovely beside me in the cab."It's a private-room instruction party."Gwen went on to explain that this meant that when we arrived we would beput into a private room, just the two of us, and that there. As you mumble an answer out of the crowd of girls comes awoman. She is tall, wears 4" heels and tight black pants, and has longblack hair. It is Miss Vicki, the owner of the salon. "What have we gothere?" she says with a smile. You mumble your name and then she sees thechemicals on your clothing, especially your pants. In fact the chemicalhas begun to burn a little and you begin to squirm uncomfortably. Miss Vicki says, "Quickly darling, come with me," and hustles you off toher office,.