This of course could mean anything but I quickly got down and went to her. I opened the gate to her yard and there she was, sitting up and waiting for...me. ''I know you have been watching me,'' she said in a teasing voice. I didn't know what to say although I should have anticipated this. ''I err... I...'' I stammered. ''Do you like what you see?''''I... err... y-yes... yes I do,'' I responded, my face turning red. I also became painfully aware of my growing erection.''How flattering, come with. “Take a look at these, John”. One of the two Polaroid pictures showed Jayne naked and displaying all her wares – leaving nothing to the imagination; the second was of her lips around a large cock – Mark’s I presume. “What do you think?” “Very very naughty, even though the photos are naff” “That’s the problem, John. Jayne and I have talked about this and we know you’re good with your camera, so we were wondering whether you would take some proper shots of us. Shots of us fucking.” “I. "But I like you all soft .. and plump.. and cuddly" she giggled, andbrought the chocolate to my mouth again. I saw it was no use fightingher."Pretty please Bobbi", I said, opening my mouth.She placed the sweetmeat in my mouth and I ate it, making sure that shesaw my phony enjoyment.That was probably the last rebellion I put up. From then on it was just along gradual slide into total submissiveness.I became a subject in a total brainwashing program. I was allowed towatch the soaps on T.V.. One of the women in the crowd, when she had first arrived at the gate, had lewdly licked her lips after catching her eye. It wouldn't have been so bad if she had been younger, but she was 50 at least. It made her shudder. She glanced at one of the mirrors in the waiting area. Her latest facelift had completely healed. It made her look twenty-nine again; at least for a few more years. But it was the butch haircut that made people look at her strangely. Piss on them. The masculine look attracted.