Trudy’s stall was next-door to the one occupied by Fetish Times, the woman staffing it quickly clearly some space, and Trudy stood waiting as an aud...ence of about 30 gathered to watch. Getting into the act I ordered Trudy to bend over, and then lifted her skirt, underneath which was a pair of white Sloggi knickers (as she told Jenny later), cut away to expose a fair amount of buttock. I gave Trudy six hard strokes of the cane, and she gasped as I did so. Standing up she rubbed her bottom and. “Well, Mr. Werner,” I began, coming around the left side of his desk, “I don’t really understand this question at all.” I set the paper down in front of him and knelt beside his chair, sitting with my legs folded under me. I’m not very tall – only about 5’1” – so doing that gave him a great view down my V-neck shirt. I pointed to the question I was having trouble with and waited for his answer. He blinked at my rounded cleavage and tore his eyes hurriedly away, squinting at the paper. “Um, well. "So short too. You can nearly see the top of your stockings. I bet if you bent over from the waist we would be able to see your knickers." Actually, just do that, bend over." continued Kathy.Fiona, still on the doorstep turned away from the girls and bent from the waist. Sure enough Fiona's black knickers came into view."Oh yes, very nice" the girls purred together as Kathy gave Fiona's bum a slap.The three women entered the flat. The ironing board was set up in the lounge. Next to it was a. Her giggle was as nervous as mine would have been, had I been allowed to giggle. She let me in, thankfully, and at least the fear of being seen by a stranger was gone. In my last tale, the comment was made that there was very little actual sex involved, something I took to heart, so I won’t spend too much time on how I spent my evening competing against my two actual cats as we batted a ball of yarn around the living room. Or of the time I spent curled up on the couch, my head on her thigh, as.