He knelt down toward my body and began aggressively sucking my breasts. He grabbed them, and squeezed them, and nibbled on my nipples. I was breathing...so fast, and I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. He was so aggressive, but also so gentle. I wanted him in me SO bad, I could almost feel it! He stopped fondling my breasts and kissed me some more as he began to take my slacks off. He traced my thighs with his tongue down to my knees and back up, letting his chin rub my neatly shaved pussy.. Please accept this invitation to come and see us, enjoy a nice lunch with us, where we can show you what we do and how this club is so needed at this time” Then the lady who sent the invitation signed it as Miss Jessica. A reply was requested, so I looked at it over and over, taking time to check the information about “The Pink Shop, a division of The Ladies of the Amazon” on the internet, finding out it was owned by the lady and two of her friends, one was not listed by name, the other one the. To keep me from kicking they strapped my ankles to the chair legs. They strapped my head to a back piece thus immobilizing it. Straps held my body in place against the chair back. I cried and pleaded with them not to hurt me but they laughed. The mental agony continued as they set up lights and cameras to record my degradation and torture.?Well cunt?, the doc said, ?where shall we begin? Where shall we put the first ring; maybe in your nose? Hmm? How about your ears? Yes. That’s it. . The few girls who volunteered were usually sex-addicts, which June wasn't. Lorna didn't want a long term relationship, or any emotional involvement, which was good. June could deal with an employer-employee relationship. Those relationships started and stopped. You didn't expect them to be permanent and you weren't emotionally involved. You weren't disappointed too much when they ended.The same with the johns. Those relationships were very temporary: you met, you fucked, you parted. Simple. No.