She was in her late teens, but very mature. Her hair was cut short, almost akin to a 20s flapper girl, and she wore a white lab coat. She set down the... tray on a nearby table and shook off the robe with a sigh, revealing her nude form underneath. Her short dark hair blended perfectly with her olive skin. She had small, but ample breasts, with tiny nipples. Her pussy was bald except for a small, neatly trimmed patch of hair. She had long, perfectly toned legs, which were encased in long, leather. Margaretta took her place at the control panel. Loni, who was still naked, walked over and verified that the master dial was set at 85%, the maximum indicated in the forfeit table still displayed on the computer screen.“I am a master at this,” Margaretta said with a sly smile. “I have a couple of... friends... that drop by for the weekend and I practice on them.” She looked around the table and said, “Anyone want to bet me that I can’t make her cum from the pain?”“She’s not a pain slut,” Mandy. All went well until about two weeks later on a Saturday when I was athome doing my housework. I had had an encounter the previous eveningand was expecting another that night and my body was fully shaved and mytoenails still painted. Other than that I was in drab (dressed as a manfor the uninitiated) just wearing a pair of short shorts, shirt-less andbarefoot as the day was particularly hot. I was vacuuming the loungeroom tiles and rug when I couldn't believe my eyes; there was Peterstriding. Her mother told her to be wary of the big bad wulf, who was living in that wood too and was known for his liking for sweet little girls." Daddy?" Yes?" Did the wulf like the sweet little girls as much as you like me?" I'm sure, he couldn't get enough of them as well." Okay, daddy, fine. Please, just go on." So the little girl followed brave-hearted the pathway through the louring wood and kept bravely out of any mischief as she was told. And soon she got to the lodge of..." Daddy?" Yes, my.