The evening was starting to get cool and Harold suggested going inside the pub for a coffee."We could go back to my bungalow for a coffee...if you wan...ed to," said Ellen.Harold very much wanted to but he decided not to appear too eager "Well I don't know Ellen, do you really want to?"She looked slightly disappointed and was thinking that Harold did not want to so she said "No, perhaps it would be best not to as we hardly know each other."Now it was Harold's turn to look disappointed thinking. Not that she gave me much of a reaction, but she has a brain, is intelligent with a vivid imagination, so....We also enjoyed porn together, from time to time, and I hade noticed that she got a bit extra eager seeing the MMF-setting. And back in the VHS-days I also discovered that she, several times, when alone, watched a movie we had where one of the scenes was a MMMF, where the guy just wnet from "hole to hole" on a woman, her pussy, then her butt and mouth, pussy, butt, mouth....And every. She picked up the nightdress and slip it on. It was see throw. “now license slave this is how things are going to happen” she said as she pulled the rope, and me closer to her “your dad is going to be here any moment, am going to be ready to teach him who he really serves, he will fall to his knees, and when he agrees to give all his money, I will throw him out like the trash he is” as she talk she also walk around me and started to tie my hand with the rope. “ and you’re going to be in that. I held up myfoot, extending my new stiletto with amazement as Lisa expertly put theother shoe on me and buckled it as well. The narrow strap wrapped aroundmy shaven ankle beautifully. Lisa smiled up at me from down around mynylon-encased knees. "Are you ready?" she asked.She held my hand tightly as I stood up. Amazingly the added threeinches in height felt almost natural; as I walked over to the mirror, Ifelt a natural spring enter my step that I hoped was girlish, anyway.The satin lining.