Mistress Diabolique emerged from her basement "games room" with a slightly panting 18-year-old nephew. His ardour was well displayed by the bulge in his shiny posing pouch, his eyes were alive with lust, his body trembling in anticipation.

Outside, the pair were met by Tammy, wearing her sexy, shiny black lingerie and another big smile. "See, what did I tell you, he loves it in there," she laughed. "By the way, the vicar is in the holding cell and judging by his blue balls he hasn't come for a week."

Mistress D smiled at her assistant. "I'll deal to him in a solo session today, darling, I have a task for you," she said.

Tammy looked expectantly at Caleb. "Involving this young beauty, I trust, D?" she asked.

"Certainly," smiled the 40-year-old, superbly-equipped domina. "The vicar's the last of our customers today, correct?"

Tammy nodded.

"Good, then take this young stud upstairs and get the body hair off him ? not his head, of course," said Mistress D. "He's going to get his first introduction to erotic B