”“Always a sensible thing,” he agreed.“A couple of years ago, my parents died in a pile-up on the motorway. That left me and Sophie, my sister...living in their flat, which is nice, but rented. Dad had some insurance, but not much. I was in College and Sophie in her final ‘A’ level year in the sixth form. She had a pretty sure place in a computer studies programme at Uni. I was in Fine Arts. Well, we muddled along, and I started dating a young man from out of town. He was in his final year, and. When Dave and Tracey moved in and as we got to know them, we found that they were interested in finding out more about our lifestyle and so we invited them to an evening’s ‘entertainment’ with us. Tracey is a beautiful woman and Dave is not only a very considerate lover, but he is a very nice and gentle man. We were thrilled that they wished to join our little club. We help each other out in all kinds of ways, and occasionally we play together. Nobody gets left out, nobody gets hurt, and. But John Brownstone's mind was on a single track, and I wasn't it. Not in that moment.Give me a minute.I rolled over on my back, spreading my knees and thighs. My fingers stroked my outer labia. I could smell my arousal, all from a few whacks with a belt. And the daringness of this moment. I kept quiet, knowing he'd eventually look. He turned. His eyes lit up."Are you just going to let this moment slip by?"Did I really say that? Oh God, his eyes changed. Will I get what I want?Be careful what. They hardly ever even hinted at, let aloneacknowledged his previous existence and were detached and almostprofessional in their approach to his torment. Miss Victoria wasdifferent. She seemed to revel in his humiliation and knew which buttonsto press to exacerbate and heighten it.Concentrating on the looping rope Miles tried to ignore her, but hecould feel her eyes examining him from the shiny black mary janes on hisfeet to the neatly bunched hair on his head. He could picture thefamiliar.