"Chelsea is going to be in London in two weeks." "The pain-slut?" "Her. I'm going to fuck her in a hotel room and you're going to watch." He told me w...hat was going to happen and what my role was to be. He watched as my eyes widened, my arousal written as clear on my face as if I'd used a sharpie. Then he spun me around, bent me over the worktop, lifted my skirt and unloaded into my pussy. * He dressed me. What he calls nice-but-naughty: my sluttiest plunge bra with an under-bust corset and. I went down a couple floors to the room that I had Stella put up in and asked her how she was doing. She responded that she was overwhelmed with the view from her room and the treatment she had been getting from the staff. I asked her quite bluntly if she would be willing to be my womannequin for Daniel's lesson. She responded that she would want to see a picture of him first so that she would know what she was getting herself into. I showed her his social media profile and she was elated to. Heinrich Sturm had fled Germany to escape conscription in the Nazi war machine. He’d ended up in Norway, making a living as a lumberjack. After the war such a surge of nationalism took over that he fled in fear for his life. He packed his tools, clothes and money and quickly took passage for America.Having spent the war years outside of Germany and having served in the Norwegian military there was no question of his being a Nazi sympathizer. A strong young man with skills in timbering was. I yelped involuntarily. She growled at me to shut up and punctuated each syllable with another swipe from the rope. Jenni untied my crossed feet and told me to crouch with my head down and my knees brought up to my chest. She hit me again and ordered me to comply with her wishes quicker. I hurried but was clumsy, so I got another lash across my shoulders.Then with out warning, Jenni covered my rear with that cool sticky stuff. I heard the click of her fingers and directly after felt Chester’s.