Returning to myposition in front of him, I was torn between confessing what had happenedor just letting him see for himself. I defaulted to my usual, ...spinelessapproach that I had fallen into lately. Lifting my dress up to my waist,I did a slow spin. I knew he would see the sheer pantyhose covering mylegs, butt, and front with the tiny built-in thong panty barely hiding mycaged cock. As I came around to face him again, I could see a mix ofconfusion and mild annoyance on his face. It was clear. Like a pack of hyenas waiting to feed upon the carcass of a dead animal, they waited for any sign that they could spring upon the worried couple, just to fill their news slots for the hungry public and their editors. * Curled up on the bed the young Polish girl sobbed, hungry and thirsty, the horrible manacle back chaining her to the bed, but now on her other ankle, her hands fixed behind her back by leather cuffs. Shivering naked on the bed, drained and aching she lay awaiting her fate,. The slipperiness the soap created made it easy to glide my hands over them. As I tried to cup them, they oozed through my hands as they returned to their original state. I did this a few times as I watched the fullness of them slip through my fingers.As I ran the palms of my hands around the nipples I felt them harden with each circle I made. Then I grabbed each with my fingers, twisting as far as the soapy, slippery nubs would allow until they sprang free and bounced back into place. As they. .. happened on the premises. It took experience to separate the cries of pain that were wanted from the cries of true distress.Most of the time, it seemed to George that he was being paid to watch people engaging in sex. He was smart enough to not let himself become distracted from what he was supposed to be doing, but he did enjoy his job very much. He knew many of the regulars and knew he could ignore them, either because the boyfriend/husband was already present, or because he knew there was.