Tell me, how does it make you feel wearing spike heeled boots and leather.”, Janet asked in a sultry way.“I...it...I feel in control. Powerful. It......it makes me feel sexy.” Angela said in an almost whisper. Ironically she felt less and less in control of her faculties in the presence of Janet now.“You're used to getting your own way aren't you”“Yesss.”“Mmmm, indeed. I know exactly what you mean.”, Janet replied and moved in toward Angela, grazing her lips against her own very briefly then moved. It would not have been truthful to suggest Susan had not noticed George until that moment, George, a big man would tower over almost any company, dressed in singlet and jeans he was covered in tattoos and looked every inch a biker rather than a women’s hairstylist. ‘Pleased to meet you,’ he said to Susan in surprisingly soft tones. ‘You won’t take long,’ he concluded, appraising her with a smile… ‘Not much needed.’ At that moment a woman walked into the room, middle aged, with an almost severe. But he quickly changed his mind. "Not now, that's for later," he decided. Kneeling, he started sucking on her clit, making her shiver and moan. He licked and sucked, relishing her taste and wetness of her pussy until he pushed her further up the mattress. He got on top of her and, as he slowly penetrated her, she moaned and held on tightly. As wonderfully filled as she was, she wanted even more and tried to move to take him deeper. But she couldn't move and he grinned as she struggled beneath. But, we do have corporalpunishment here, when necessary, and also, we do employ restraints."Restraints? Leslie wondered uneasily. What does THAT mean, I wonder? Butthere was no time to worry about it. Mistress Monique clapped her handsagain for their attention."Now girls," she began, "we will spend the rest of the day discussingclothes, makeup, hair, accessories, and so forth, so that you will allknow what we deem appropriate attire. Gather around a little closer,please, so I don't have to.