"Ohhhh, fuck my dad!" Janine sighed, sliding the top button of her maid's uniform open. "He'd only make me suck you off while he whips me."

Janine blew her father a kiss as she opened the uniform, showing the top of her little slip and bra. She leaned back against Chris, leading his hand to her tits.

Renee stared in horror as she saw the disgusting scene – her friend leaning back against a man old enough to be her father and letting him fondle her tits.

April came up and gave Franz a set of leather cuffs.

"Are you sure about this?" April asked. "Sure," he said. "You wait till she's been at it two days, shit. Remember Janine."

"She isn't Janine," April answered.

"Jealous?" Franz grabbed Renee's wrist and lashed a leather strip round it. "My girls all worship me, you know that?"

Franz lashed Renee's wrist to the leg of the chair.

"Please, Mrs. Messier! Don't let him do this!" Renee pleaded.

April looked at her for a few seconds. "You've got a lot to learn, honey."

Franz lashed Renee's other wrist to the chair.

"Help me!" Renee wailed.

All of them were watching her humiliation. In rising hysteria, she kicked at Franz as he grabbed her ankle. He dodged and ignored her, pushing her legs down, spreading them as he lashed the leather bonds around the schoolgirl's ankles.

"No!" Renee wept.

Franz lashed her legs to the heavy, wooden piece of furniture. Renee screamed and struggled, but it was hopeless. Soon she was utterly helpless, bound face-down over the chair back, her ass sticking up into the air, her legs stretched and her arms pulled down almost to the base of the chair.

She craned her head up to see what was happening and wished she hadn't. April was sitting in a chair close by, smoking a cigarette, her long legs crossed as her slit skirt fell away.