) "Oh, sure . . . it's not that difficult--though the nuns throw as much at us as they can. The idle brain is the devil's workshop, don'tyou know! It'...s just that. "Just what, sweetheart? Tell me," he urged, reaching across the table and taking her hand in his. "Oh, Daddy, It's a horrible place!" she blurted . "They treat uslike c***dren--or inmates! It's a prison. I absolutely hate it there. I always have." "I never realized that, Davie. You don't say too much about it inyour letters." "I know. Seductively opening my blouse exposing my red lace covered cleavage, running my fingers between my breasts an slowly over my nipples, you watch my blouse fall down my arms an float to the floor. i slide my hands down over my stomach to my skirt, you hear the faint sound of my zip before watching it fall to the fall round my ankles, revealing my red lace shorts. i smile sweetly as i stand before you in just my lingerie an high heels. i can see your towel tenting up consealing your arrousal. i. Peter struggled to stay in character as he noticed no murmuring in theaudience about his voice. 'I don't think they know', Peter thought,feeling excited, but knowing that he had to keep his composure. He keptup his act before Claire went to sing a song with one of the maleperformers while he retreated into the background.Once the song turned into a dance number, Peter struggled to keep upwith the other girls' steps. While Peter had helped choreograph theroutine and had practiced it from time. At the same time, she thought that Brad had no idea of how she had already been the object of a gangbang in Dubai, so she knew what it was like to be treated by a group of men as a worthless cunt. But still she could barely contain her excitement waiting for Brad to begin.However, Marie was not able to imagine what was going to happen.Brad told her to stand up and remove her dress. Marie trembled when she heard that command, and she hastened to comply. The dress slipped off easily and Marie was.