Lisa’s cold gaze bore into my eyes. “How wet are you?” I mockingly grinned at her. “Fuck you!” she spat her words at me and closed her eye... tight, preparing for the blow that she hoped would land on her cheek. I held her head steady. When she opened her eyes and looked up at me, I calmly said to her, “Just ask, no need to be ashamed of what arouses you. You can always stop this, get up and leave; no one is forcing you or your boyfriend to stay against your wishes.” A strong quiver shot up. She had seen Cathy a while ago in a short cocktail dress. The hem was about mid-thigh with rather athletic legs reaching down to the other woman’s stilettos. Lifting her booted legs into her own vision she realised her legs were a fair match for the other woman’s and she blushed slightly at the thought of comparing herself to another woman. One word came to her as she thought of Cathy as a whole… Sexy! "And those lips," she though and felt a tingle in her sex. Reminiscing about Rob was easy.. Her legs were covered with bright red streaks and the buttock with the tattoo was red and swollen from the process. She rubbed herself and found she was quite tender. She was wondering how she would be able to sit down for the next few days. Another girl came in the room. “I’m Cynthia and am here to help you feel better. Please bend over again and spread your legs to shoulder width.” Cynthia pulled out a jar of cream and proceeded to spread it all over Angela’s cheeks and legs. It was the same. Her soft boobs are sitting high in the cups of the basque/bra, pushed up and together – below the corset a little triangle of dark pussy hair, trimmed short, points down toward a two-inch wide gap at the top of her slim thighs. She’s looking around, making sure no-one (other than our crew) is near-by to see her stripped down like this.To her side we can see Kimberly in her tight dress, crouching down next to Tank and ruffling the top of his big head, leaning in to kiss him on the side of his.