She smiled. “She’s a cock hungry slut who deserves punishment, not disfigurement.”I realized what I had been about to do and who I wanted to do ...it to, in truth. The thought of truly hurting Laura sickened me. Janice took the crop from my limp hand. She brought it down slowly until the end touched her slave’s ass. Grace squirmed as her mistress rubbed the crop up and down one ass cheek. Janice pulled the crop back using just her wrist and brought it back down swiftly making barely a sound but. I abandoned her breast just long enough to blindly search for the hem of her babydoll top. I touched her stomach and felt her muscles tense in anticipation as I slowly ascended, now beneath the material, to once again take possession of her soft breast. My hand hefted the small weight of her boob before covering it once again. My fingers rubbed against her swollen nipple, the friction sending needles of pleasure through her, as evidenced by the increased movement of her hips and her leg.I tried. While she was fitting me, Mother picked out some packages ofpanty hose and tights. These were placed in the shopping cart.I was directed to place five new bras into the cart as well. Mothermade me select 20 panties and informed me that girls like to have alarge selection of pretty panties to choose from. I saw the panty hoseand tights in the cart. This was going to be a long day. We thenstarted walking toward the nightgown section. That was bad enough butwouldn't you know, Mother called Tammy's. We took place close to the stage so we would not miss a thing. The music dimmed and a guy in leather and with a mask came on the stage. He had an assistant, a very good looking female, also in leather on high heels. Very curious what they were going to bring for us tonight. The masked guy took the microphone and told his assistant to get him a female out off the crowd cause he needed a victim for the show. My girlfriends, the bitches they are, all pointed at me. Pick her, pick her they said..