She interspersed my account with snippets about herself and her separation from Stella. It was easy, comfortable and she revealed a sense of humour th...t reminded me so much of Bacall. Her hand tightened on mine. ‘I’m not her, you know.’ Now of course, I knew that but I could understand that a lot of people might have wanted her to be. I didn’t and said so which made her smile. She leaned close to me and I noticed, without lingering, that her left breast was almost exposed. ‘That’s good, then.. At first Glenda was suspicious but as they chatted she became aware that Grammy was her friend. They were much closer than John and his grandmother had been. They talked for an hour and Glenda found she could tell Grammy things John would have never told his grandmother. While they were talking, Grammy stood up and took Glenda's hair down and brushed it out for her. The sensation was comforting and relaxing, it made Glenda feel closer to her grandmother than John ever had."I need to be off to. He went to the brunette first. Her legs were long and lithe, spread apart. She reached behind to spread her small, firm butt cheeks to expose her starfish. He admired the pinkness and spit on it to lube her up, running a forefinger around the rim before he gently punctured it. He took the metal butt plug, which tapered from a dull tip to around three-inches wide at its greatest diameter, tapering off again to the base, and pressed it to her asshole. He slowly eased it in. The brunette. ‘There, Mark is all silent,’ I said as I buckled the straps behind his head. The television sound was loud as I had used it to mask the sounds of the flogging and I used the remote to turn the set completely off.‘All quiet – just how I like it.’Taking a red lipstick from my handbag, I sat on the bed beside the restrained Mark.‘You’re in a pickle now, Mark,’ I said casually and began writing on his bare chest with the lipstick. ‘You’ve just given up control in more way than one.’He watched as I.