Once again her head hangs down; her hair flows and pools at the older woman's feet. This time it is not boot-leather Caroline's cheek brushes against ...but the fine nylon of Lady Dammartin's stockinged calf.Caroline flinches when Lady Dammartin's hand gently skims the surface of her right buttock for the first time. "What an awful man he is to have left your sweet flesh so horribly bruised," Lady Dammartin says to Caroline as she leans forward and gently kisses each of Caroline's buttock cheeks,. I was wondering if anyone was going to touch my pussy.“Sit down before you get dressed so we can talk,” said Mary.“There are a few of the girls in the office that like pussy. We have started a club called Ring of Friends. Any girl you see with a pin like this and wearing stockings is a member. To be a member you need a sponsor. There must be at least 25 of us but I never counted. We have a few of the girls in management but we are discreet,” said Susan.While Susan was talking Mary was rubbing. ‘Shit. You weren’t supposed to know yet. Damn it!’ I struggled to sit up. ‘What wasn’t I supposed to know?’ Images of a old, fat, lecherous Lord Hillenbroke began to run through my mind. Oh my god, I’d been suckered into a white slavery ring. ‘If I tell you, you can’t let on. Promise me. He’ll punish me something awful if he knows I’ve told you. He’ll already be pissed that I didn’t give you all of the drops.’ Rafe had turned white with fear. What kind of hold did this guy have over him?. Ms. Secretive – She was almost the perfect woman; bright, intelligent and hot looking with gorgeous hair, perky breasts I wanted to inspect at close hand, and her smoking little black dress showed off a lot of nice soft and creamy thigh. I also never learned one single thing that was true about her - and her phone number and address were both false. Was she CIA, MI:5, or some other spook? Or just another crazy gal playing mind games? She then disappeared without a trace, with all of her on-line.