I can’t bare that. It breaks my heart. I try not to be frustrated by it, but I don’t know how. I think it hurts her more than anything to know tha...t some of us just don’t care. Because when you think about it, the party’s not about her, it’s about us. It’s about all of us being a family. It’s about us working together, loving each other, making the world a better place and getting together to celebrate that. She must feel good when we get it right. It makes me feel good just to try. If you want. ? They can see between my legs.? They make me spread my legs wide, and thenpull my lips apart so they can see inside.?Then I have to walk around again, and some of the men grab hold of meand touch me there.? They push theirfingers into me, and rub my button.? WhenI start to moan they laugh again.? I haveto thank each one when he?s finished with me.? ?How do you thank them?? ?I have to curtsey and say ?thank you sir?? I had struck gold!?Shy little Sally fantasised about being made to strip and. A woman should be strong and proud and independent, and not only with regard to men — they should never be a woman's slave either. It was wrong. It was disgusting and she still considered it right that she had bullied the woman out of Bianca's, threatening her if she would ever come back.Gina had been chatting with BB and Aura that afternoon at Bianca's, but she could not take her eyes off the corner where Alicia sat with the domme, after Sarah had left them alone. Gina noticed how close their. “Neat trick!” Jackie whispered.Alicia frowned at her daughter. She didn’t really trust this mental ‘power’ that the others seemed to put so much faith in. Sure, you could do all sorts of tricks with it, but when it came to pure, malicious intent versus the innocent, all-powerful divinity, malice won every time. That was her experience and it had been a hard-won lesson in the political-financial world in which she’d spent most of her earlier life.And she understood why, perfectly well – malice.