"What's that for?" I asked her.She lifted her head from my neck. "You didn't ask for a reason the first time I showed you my tits, or blew you. Just r...ll with it." Her head returned to my neck, nuzzling it."You're very cuddly today." I observed."Yeah, well. I like cuddling. Suck it up." She retorted. I smiled, and my hand started absent-mindedly stroking her hair. She nuzzled up closer to me in response.After a while of doing this, I realized I was almost falling asleep and had to get home.. It seemed every week, and a new client was referred to her. The Asians she was servicing numbered eight men and two women. Along with her regular faculty, town officials, and then the occasional one-night Johnny, she was starting to yawn a lot during the day and looked fatigued and seemed irritable from lack of sleep.I sat her down one afternoon when she finally woke up from the previous night’s work, and she had a few hours of free time. I put my foot down and told her that enough was enough.. The brand would be 2” in diameter and the girls insisted that I put it 2” above their clit hood. A normal thong would cover it but just barely. Each girl would be in severe restraints which would consist of leather belts around upper thigh and ankle, rope would be tied around the upper shin and lower thigh behind the bent knee with the tail used to pull the legs spread apart. Another belt would hold the lower abdomen and hips down to the table. The wrists would be cuffed and attached to the. ’ Her little bag of embroidery threads and needles lay where I had placed it on the table, and now I tossed it lightly back to where she had last left it on the pillow… now, however, the little red and white bag lay awaiting her on the soft cashmere throw. ‘This shall, I hope,’ I concluded with a little flourish and bow, ‘make M’Lady’s place a little more comfortable and her labors in our home allow her moments to grace my presence with her sweet intimacy.’ She was dumbstruck and just looked at.