Pretty soon Shelly turned her head to look around the dance floor at the men that were catcalling to her.As I watched, John stepped away from her and ...holding her dress in each hand, he began to pull it up even higher. Suddenly, Shelly bent at her waist and her dress slipped right off of her. She was naked, on the dance floor with ten men yelling and whistling at her. John tossed her dress in my direction and took Shelly's hand. He began to twirl her around and as he did he danced her around the. But for the last three years, it had been my training room, a place my girls stayed while they were first being broken in.It was icy cold in there, deliberately so. Our sessions tended to be exhausting for everyone involved, and I appreciated the coolness after a few hours of sweaty exertion. And after a couple nights spent naked and shivering, some girls were willing to do just about anything for a warm blanket.I started by handcuffing her wrists to her ankles in a frogtie. Then I took a. It was now the back end of November and it was difficult to believe that I had been cavorting naked with Susannah, in the warmth of summer, not much more than a month ago.The rain was now sheeting down, the temperature had dropped like a stone and it was hell being out on such nights. I had managed to obtain some tarpaulins, and canvas sheeting, as protection for the sentinels, but it was still a cold and wet spell of duty for the men. I was pleased at how well the men had responded to the. Somber, robed shadows passed us as Nightbreeze and I looked at each other, she finishing cleaning the blood from her mouth and I passing from fuming anger to depression."Here we are," I said, kicking at the cobbles. "Wet, sunburned, hungry, and broke." We can seek the warmth of the sun!" she grinned red-cheeked at me, hand covering the mouth. "And your skin is so fair that a little color won't hurt it! And you could stand to lose a little weight," she winked at me pleasantly."And money?" I.