They fell onto the heated and steaming skin of her back, startling her with their pins of cold. She sat up abruptly, thrusting her hips forward and do...wn. A wholly different tone filled the air as she cried out. The ice slid down her back and she tried to shake her hips to dislodge them. She gasped at the pleasure she was causing both of us. Her eyes jumped to mine and they were begging for an entirely different need. A naughty smile crept to my lips and I twisted my hand in her hair. More ice. All the Chinese girls were standing naked in the concierge, and all of them had crocodile clips attached to their breasts with their ID. Some of them had complained loudly how painful it was. The policeman came over to them, took the clips off their nipples, and reattached the crocodile clips to the lips of their cunts. Then they started to take pictures of us with our ID attached to our nipples. Full frontal, side, face, and full body, full back. There were a lot of people and gawkers in. They were pink, but had a dark patch in the front.“Are these panties wet, Sara?”“Y…yes, Master, my p…panties are wet.”“Do good girls have wet panties before eight o’clock in the morning for no reason?”“N…no, they don’t, Master.”“What kind of girls do have wet panties, Sara, before eight o’clock in the morning for no reason?”She bit her lip, then said, “Filthy fucking cunts, Master.”I nodded. “And…?”“That makes me a filthy, fucking cunt, Master.”“And…?”“Filthy, fucking cunts should be. I'll offer her some to break the ice when she turns up."As Joanna scurried to the Executive Treats cupboard, Mark opened upthe, now very familiar, 'New Inductees' programme on his computer. Infor a penny, in for a pound, he thought as he set up yet another newprofile for the morning. This one was going to be called Lucy Squealsand he set up the new account that would pay him an automatic $500bonus. It was like stealing candy from a baby! There, according to thenew profile, Lucy Squeals was sent.