“To get you cleaned up and dressed or course, you can’t walk around like that can you?” she replied. Four doors further down the corridor and Miss Jones opened the door into a consulting room. Pride of place was a big padded pregnancy chair with leather restraints and foot rests which swung wide. A leather look couch and easy chair were to one side and racks of clothing to the other. The Doctor waited, “Please sit,” he suggested indicating the easy chair. Janet sat. The leather felt clammy, almost like rubber. “Size six?” the doctor suggested as he took a pair stylish black high heeled shoes. “Wash her feet please Miss Jones.” “You seriously have to be joking,” Miss Jones protested but the doctor waved away her protests with a swish of his hand.. “Look untie me and I’ll do it myself," Janet offered but Miss Jones went to fetch a bowl of warm water from the unit at the side of the room. She pulled on a pair of white latex glove “Just relax Janet, your company is paying a lot of money for your treatment,” the doctor explained, “You need to relax, de stress, let things happen and Exotic Girl most of all enjoy it.” Miss Jones carefully cleaned Janet’s feet carefully wiping them dry before slipping the black shoes onto her feet. She secured the straps and to Janet’s surprise locked the straps in position with tiny pad locks. “What are you doing?” Janet demanded. “Oh we don’t want you losing your shoes do we?” Miss Jones explained, “How does that feel?” “Weird,” Janet admitted, “Can I get dressed please?” “Oh no, not yet, clothes cause stress, you worry about getting them dirty or torn, or pissing your pants,” Miss Jones explained, “You don’t need that stress do you?” Janet did not Indian Porn see the Doctor and Janitor return. “Such a shame you wore that beautiful trouser suit,” Miss Jones observed, “So difficult Indian Sex to match, such a shame to cut it off.” “Yes,” Janet observed. “Shall I cut it off then,” The Janitor offered. “Yes Mr Selhurst, but be careful” The Doctor agreed, “Keep very still dear.” The Janitor took his razor sharp knife and started to ease it inside the collar of her jacket. The material parted as he forced it downwards through her shirt and jacket until he reached her bra straps. He eased it away and continued to cut the jacket and shirt until the two halves swung from her shoulders. Next he gently cut up the outside of her sleeves. Janet shook with Ethnic Porn fear as the knife point eased beside her neck as the fabric parted. One more cut and he was able to tug the ruined jacket and shirt away leaving her wearing only her bra and suspender belt. A single cut and her suspender belt fluttered to the ground. “Oh please no!” Janet pleaded. “Do the honours please Miss Jones,” the Doctor requested. Miss Jones carefully cupped Janet’s breasts and the Janitor cut the straps over her arms and then sliced through the strap near the catch leaving the weight of her breasts in Miss Jones indian hands. “There that’s nicer isn’t it, take the weight off your shoulders,” the Doctor observed, “Lovely udders, we’ll soon have you lactating.” Aslaug asked her eyes wide. But, if the other two wanted to join us, the more the merrier. “This is amazing.” I don’t remember saying anything. Also, from Ashley’s income, which she indian was going to wash through her parents cleaning business, she was going to pay half of the monthly expenses in lieu of being my total sex slave. The men were getting dressed, and only now was I actually noticing their characteristics. I heard the ladies giggling and chatting away about how they were looking forward to the activities of tonight, specifically the afterparty. She stared intently into my eyes as she handed the folder over. “oh, my God, I'm actually being fucked! “I don’t know, but do you love me?” Miso smiles at the goblin princess as she climbs on the bed next to us. The old chair was wise to the ways of people, and its cushions conformed to the contours of comfort. By then we were on the bed, skin gliding under my palm when I explored her contours, my brain finally catching up with events. I am wet. I was surprised when Indian Sex Abigail enters my workroom naked. Holy shit! Sonja was down on all fours, Indian Porn trying to fit her head into a hollow space Exotic Girl under a tree. They had already loaded their injured and dead getting away just before the authorities arrived. They used to be against this, and then they show up at a board of trustee meeting naked and wanting to fuck us.” "That things can change in the blink of an eye," she replied still looking away from me, "And that those things you think are important really aren't and that life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it," Mom turned back to me, "And that sometimes the unexpected solution is Ethnic Porn the right solution." “You said that was too adult for me.” Lori came back. The nerdy futa was having a blast taking our photos, her jeans tented by her hard futa-dick. There she said back on track. Mom said this could be a while.