He waved me over.“Hi, you’re name?” He said.“Sam, Sam Bradshaw,” I said.“So Sam, you looking to join up like your compatriots here today?�...� said Sergeant Miller.“Mostly here to find out what’s what,” I said.“Smart,” he said. “Good you want to know what you’re doing before you commit to something that will change your life.”“Exactly,” I said. The man across from me smiled.And then it was on: question-answer, question-answer, question-answer; it went on for a good half hour.“So, anything else. I have never let anyone touch me that way." Good I am so glad you enjoy it. I think you have the most delectable little ass and I plan to ravish it."I blushed at her words, wondering what the ravishing would be like."Don't be ashamed little one. Nothing we do is shameful or forbidden."With that, she soaped her fingers and ministered to my pussy, cleaning it thoroughly and in depth."Come get out now and let me treat you to my patented massage technique."She wrapped me in a large towel and led me. I went to the door and opened it. James was about my height, with a slight paunch around the middle. I guess they call that middle age spread. He seemed fit until you saw him walk. He walked flat footed; there was no spring in his step. I hadn't really noticed that the other night and I wondered if I was going to have to resort to fists before the evening was over."Mr. Hughes, I understand that you have something to say to me face to face." Yes, I do, Mr. Hanson. I got your message and Glenn. “Magnificent!” breathed Margot, “And if it is not to forward of me, madam has nipples built for piercing!” Freya shuddered at the thought, though she wasn’t sure if the feeling was fear or anticipation….. Margot eased the corset into its correct position, and, standing behind Freya, commenced lacing it up. “Can madam breathe out slightly?” asked Margot. Freya exhaled and Margot took the opportunity to tug the laces tighter. Freya closed her eyes, feeling slightly faint, and then opened them.