Wendy is one of those women who is ultra ladylike and enjoys such an attractive and easy personality that she instantly invites a lot of attention–f...om both men and women. Wendy flirts, but that’s it. My friends, however, think I’m blind and they feel that Wendy’s probably taking her flirting a lot farther than I think. I scoff at their remarks and remind them, Wendy and I aren’t single anymore, we’re married. They always smile when I say that. So it didn’t surprise me when she mentioned that. His face was different... kind of red she realized. Like he was embarrassed or like he'd been working really hard. He was in his pjs so she couldn't think of any reason why he'd be embarrassed.She looked closer at him and saw a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. She also noticed his breathing was quicker. He was almost huffing. What could he be doing in the middle of the night that could cause him to work up a sweat and get him all red faced she wondered? Daddy was in great. The latest to arrive and the obvious youngest, she had as yet not settled to the idea of never seeing mother again. Claire being Claire put her arm round the girl, but the redhead didn’t seem to notice. The road became rough, the progress slower, bumpier, then the van stopped, and they heard the cab door clatter then silence, too scared now to talk lest they be overheard they sat for a while in silence, till the driver returned and they felt the van reverse. Various noises were heard then the. The first day being a weekday,I had to forego the lovely, tempting, frilly dresses that Madame saidwere for Sundays and festal occasions and wear a plain green dressinstead.We were in my sumptuous bedroom that first morning. I felt funnystanding there naked in front of the two of them, but Madame had agift for putting young girlyboys at their ease."Now, let's see you dress from the skin out. Here." And she handedme a pair of lovely pale blue panties. I was about to draw them onwhen she stopped.