My wife was becoming used to modeling and she was making easy money doing it. I going along with her made her feel secure that nothing bad would happe... at the shoots. I did sometimes intimidate the photographer where I had to let him know that anything he asked my wife to do if she agreed with it I would, so with that in mind it put the men usually at ease.Chuck as it turned out was a very small man, with glasses, that looked like an accountant of something. He was very nervous to start with he. "They'd know." I understand," I said. I figured she wasn't interested. My face grew hot."No, really," she said, laying her hand on my forearm.I nodded, thinking, yeah, right. But she remained just as friendly. Allthat next week, when she wasn't talking to Bump to one side of her desk,she was talking to me on the other... well not during class... much. Lettyand I were becoming friends. So I tried for a date again the next week."Can it be in the afternoon?" she asked. "I can meet you in the. Jack did not have too much time to mourn the loss of his brother from boxing. Soon a cute little red headed girl called Cathy Reilly distracted him. Cathy Reilly was new to the neighbourhood. Her family had fallen on hard times as her father had been injured in a car accident and could no longer work. Cathy’s mother Lyn was now the main breadwinner and her Mum had to work two jobs to ensure they survived. Jack was instantly smitten. Whilst he was fearless in a boxing ring, he was completely out. Mistress Serena had decided to wear a black corset pushing up her marvellous boobs, and lace up thigh high boots. Fishnet black hose, black lace underpants and a black leather skin tight skirt was finished off with her hair tied up in a ponytail. I was dressed in the same clothes as the previous evening. However, the distinction between us was that I was wearing the slavery marks, bracelets and collars. At 23.00 we left for the Club and I was again blindfolded. We both had a cloak hiding our.