An ankle strap was used to ensure she stayed there. With the balletboots she was forced to stand carefully.The chiming of the clock at 7 seemed to be...the trigger for the guests toarrive. The first was Mistress Madge from the salon. Interestingly shehad one of the stylists from the salon at the end of her leash which wasnot attached to her collar but to her nipple rings. Her sub walkedflawlessly past Linda wearing similar ballet boots. Right after Madgewas her daughter who had a young man. I can tell you she literally looks around 40 at most. We've got ourselves ready having luxurious bubble baths with scented oils and candles and together enjoyed a glass of wine to help us both unwind after a long and laborious day.Mrs P strolls leisurely into our bedroom and presents herself naked before me, ready to accept whatever I decide to bestow. I start behind her with a gentle kiss at the nape of her neck which always sends tingles down her spine. Taking hold of her glorious breasts. " Dad," Sarah cooed and sidled up to her father. "Look, I know we've said some stuff but we've had a chat and we think Alicia mightn't be so bad after all."Her father sighed and looked at her as he put his breakfast bowl in the sink. "He is moving in, it is too late." But Dad I was thinking." No," came the response."But Dad, listen. That girl who was at your party, Wren or something, she is in one of your houses. Why doesn't she move in with us and let this Adam guy move in with her. Sometimes I used to give her tips or help her around through her workout when her friend was not around. During her workout, I used to try to touch her wherever possible as to give her an indication that I am interested in her. Maybe she knew that. Whenever I touched her, she never complained. This was a green signal for me I guess.After some months, me and Shreya became good friends. We exchanged our numbers and used to chat sometimes but never went to personal, just casual chats.Then finally.