She had affectively picked me up on that bondage site and got me into online conversations. Before long she probably realised what a greenhorn I was.S...e’d sent me a few snaps of herself and I was blown away with her classy image and almost tasteful tone of bondage. I couldn’t believe such a classy dame would spend online-time with a guy like me. Then she eventually offered to meet me down-town, over coffee; during in her lunch break!Wow! Elaine was the real McCoy; a stylishly elegant city lady;. " I've seen you do it before." I didn't know though. I couldn't have done it if I knew. And you're my brother." I'm beginning to get a little annoyed at your reticence. If you can't be a good girl you might as well go and get dressed. Just know the consequences."I was beginning to understand what he meant by being a good girl. It meant doing exactly as he ordered. Being a bad girl. Being dirty. Acting like a slut.'You can't just make me do things, rude things, time after time.'"Why not?" I. While she had been speaking, her eyes had been devouring Catherine’s more ample figure. Now she stepped forward to take her guest in a full embrace. ‘Do you mind?’ she asked. ‘After everything Guy said about you, I was determined to have first go. Shall we?’There was no opportunity to reply. Her mouth was on Catherine’s, her tongue probing between lips that opened readily. It was, Catherine supposed, she had come for and if the overwhelming approach was unexpected it was also quite exciting.. She glared at Helen, and said firmly, “If you had admitted to it then I might have thought differently. However, as you are clearly lying, I have no choice but to discipline you.” Helen gasped but knew she couldn’t come up with anything to help herself. She had gone out but, even worse, she had told Mrs W she wouldn’t be going out and would stay at home to do her project. Anyway who else was there who could have broken the vase? She could hardly accuse Mrs W, but she was the only possibility. .