Pulling the black and red matching corset on she felt so naughty. once secure she went into the bathroom to finish the look with make-up. nothing to m...ch but enough for her to look good he had said. keeping it simple she applied it quick and with a practised ease of familiarity. standing back and looking at herself she was amazed at how hot she looked. god i look like one of those porn models she thought. the thought only added to the feelings of being naughty and the juices started to flow. For once, I didn't have my laptop open; I was living the story, not writing it.I drive an old Austin FX4 – a 'black cab' – it's slow, and heavy, but there's loads of room in it. The doors are big enough to get a wheelchair through. We drew up near her flat, which was on the ground floor of one of the large, sprawling seventies blocks of Council properties. I walked round and tapped on the door; she was waiting inside and wheeled herself out straight away."Where's your car?" Out front," I. The ground began to shake and stone steps started to jet out the side of the hole. The steps leading down into the darkness. Leandra put her hand by the end of the stick and the fabric became alive with flame. "Wow how you do that".Leandra threw her bag over he back,"Oh its something I picked up from my mother. Now be careful and follow me".Dorothy followed as the two of them made there trek down the hole. As Dorothy stepped down, the step behind her would slide back into the wall. "Hey Leandra. Stretch marks were something my husband hated, turned him off, disgusted him - his words - yet many of which were made producing our child."Mom?"Gary was standing in my open doorway as I inhaled sharply at the surprise of his appearance. He was smiling out one side of his mouth while staring at my bare chest."I brought you your tea mom." His arm stretched out between us and the hot mug of herbal lemon tea approached me. When the knuckles of this hand brushed the inside soft curve of my right.