Evelyn is instantly smitten by this handsome young man and can’t wait to start flirting with him. So she leads him to her couch. “So what bugging ...you?” she asks.“Well…I’m quite ashamed of sharing this. But ah…ah…I have to say this!” Dirk reluctantly replies.“OK…go on!” she adds.“Well…I think…that I’m addicted to…ah…to…masturbation! I've been doing this since I was 15 years old. I’m now 25 and I’m still doing it!” Dirk answers hesitantly. Evelyn smiles as she hears her patient’s complaints. She. It couldn't be helped. The key was to identify the flaky ones and use them appropriately. At the very least, they could be examples of the horrors that the patriarchy had inflicted on womynkind. Like those poor, misguided bimbos at The Wiggle Room. They were too far gone to be saved. They could just be pointed out as a warning: don't let this happen to you, Sisters!Some of the Sisters were starting to wiggle in their seats and to whisper among each other. Thankfully, Paula finished her rambling. Yet. Straightening up and trying to act like a biker, Ben did his best to run around like a chicken with his head cut off like everyone else."Form up by squads!" yelled a booming voice to Ben's right. He looked over to see a guy who positively reeked Career Military, probably a noncom. He was black and wasn't that tall, but his head was shaved like a bullet and he was built like a brick. He had a cigar clamped in his mouth and was bellowing orders. Every biker in sight stopped and listened to. However instead of trying to break free Amy only emitted a muffled moan at the pressure of my hands near her aching genitals.A gentle stroke of Amy's thigh produced another moan. As I had suspected the idea of being tied up and left as a present for another man had turned her on more than I had ever seen before. I knew putting the rope around her ankles could be difficult so I continued to stroke her thigh as a distraction. Letting my fingers move down onto Amy's inner thigh she involuntarily.