Arlene still remembered sitting on the young District Attorney's lap that night out on the enclosed terrace. She would never forget the smooth hardnes...s of his cock rising upward between her nakedly trembling buttocks, sinking high into the seeping pit of her willing cunt. Her own cousin's husband! She and Sylvie had been raised as sisters by Sylvie's father when Arlene was orphaned at an early age, and yet even that closeness was not enough to make Arlene change her feeling that she and not. He had locked himself in as ordered. Only by turning her head, which was stressful, could she see Eric, so she contented herself for the most part with just staring straight ahead at the empty room. She studied the breeding rack and the whipping post – both of which she assumed she would be experiencing before the night was over. Now, with Eric in the cell next to hers, the breeding rack took on a whole new outlook. Yes, she had been fastened into the thing before but that was with no one. She stepped away from me and turned to face me. She was holding the dress up and, for only an instant, looked troubled. Then, she calmed and smiled. She let the dress drop and stepped out of it. She sat on the bed, kicking off her heels. She peeled her hose down one leg at a time. It was one of the most amazingly sensual sights that I have ever seen. She stood again and unclasped her bra releasing her breasts. She climbed in bed like a cat. I followed her into the bed and we snuggled under the. I watched as twobeauticians in their starched white dresses enter the room then feltanother nudge of Madge's hand at my shoulder, "Don't dawdle!"We passed a larger room which looked like a private spa of sorts with hottubs and massage tables then passed what looked like changing rooms.Finally, the receptionist motioned us into a room then returned to the mainsalon. I entered to see that it was the same type of room as the other one,a complete private salon booth. I stood quietly near the door.