I woke her so she she was still in her nightwear, quite a short baby blue nightdress. I noticed the varicose veins on the backs of her legs real horri...le looking I was just wanting to get in fix the curtain rail and get right back out if there.She led me to a room at the rear of the property and it was packed full of junk. My previous training told me to walk out due to the risk of hurting myself but it would only have meant me returning. She made her way over the junk towards the window. I was getting so hot at this point that I could barely contain myself. Suddenly he said, “I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of pervert or anything, but there have been times I have gone home to a lonely home and jacked off fantasizing about your legs.” That did it…. The ice was broken. I said, “Well, would you like to right now?” He gulped and said, “Are you fucking serious? Your husband would kill me!!” I said, “No he wouldn’t. We’ve talked about doing this countless times as it harmless. “You look lovely I reckon that all the guys will fancy getting their hands on you,” responded Robert looking admiringly at his wife.“You like it then?” said Catherine. “I had forgotten I had this thing,” she did a little twirl so that Robert could see the whole dress which was a black halter neck dress which flared out from the waist. She flicked up the hem to show the lace tops of hold ups and the little black thong she was wearing. “Sexy enough for the group do you think?”“Definitely, I am. Right from his first sight of the video and the audio feed he could see that things had not got any better. A group of six spandex clad fembots with identical facial features, identical fetishised body forms and the same long blonde hair drawn back tightly into a pony tail were tormenting Gerry with a range of implements of punishment. They seemed to be busily comparing the results of the use of paddle, crop, whip and flogger, peering at the marks left on poor Gerry’s buttocks and back. That.