So again in my office... data... data... data... and Mr. Haig has had enough. Dr. Winthrop must yield, turning to his office computer and clicking to the secretive webpage. Onto the screen comes a white uniformed Nurse Louise fulfilling her role but exacting her price for the time and attention paid.
She has Sandy kneeling upright, her mittens bound behind her back, her breast chain tethered high above out of the camera view. As noted when tensioning the chain, stressing the deeply implanted spikes brings a most lustful presentation to the mammary glands, the n*****s jutting forth in invitation.
Louise sits before the motionless masochist, to her right on a nearby table an electrical hot plate for warming coffee and pots of food.
But there is no coffee, there are no pots. Instead, langu
