They watched when she would take one or two men home with her but never them. They listened to the men tell each other what a great fuck she was but n...ver with them. Finally Harry and Rob started to devise a plan to get even and Ethel was the target. They went to the bar every night waiting for Ethel to come in. They waited for a night when she would not go home with one of the patrons. They had to wait three weeks before she came in had a few drinks and left by herself. As she walked across. She had a pale, white, milky complexation and curves in all the right places. However, her best features by far were her legs. She had long slender legs with jaw-dropping carves and toned thighs. Her feet were always pedicured and just beautiful, with high arches and red nail polish. The first time I saw her she was wearing a flowery summer dress and sandals. I was rock hard I'm surprised I didn’t cum.After a couple months in therapy and talking about the basic things, the topic of fetishes. In her twilight state between slavery and freedom, she felt lingering shame that she was not dressed as her Mistress would have liked."Are you quite done?" came Laura's sharp voice at the door.Heather spun away from the mirror. Her eyes shimmered, and for a second time she almost begged her Mistress to keep her. As she stood before Laura, more of the icy tendrils of control eased, and she let out a shaky breath as the urge passed. "Yes, I'm dressed," Heather said in a flat voice. Her lips. She decides she needs to get out of the villa, maybe go for a walk to see what the latest storm has washed up on the beach. She whispers to herself, “I'll go for just a short time and stay close to the harbour where there are always people about. It will be perfectly safe.”With a smile she changes into a simple outfit that is popular, a top with short sleeves that showed her bosom, and a long colourful many tiered shirt. Her black shiny hair had been done up in the ringlet with ribbons by her.