"Weather laughed. "Don't move. I'll be right back."I watched Weather jump up from the table and run inside. I heard her running upstairs. What was she...doing? Sipping a glass of Pavlidis Thema, a rich, violet-hued red wine, I waited, eventually hearing her descending, followed by a fridge door slamming, the clatter of cutlery, a fridge door slamming.I had a nice partial erection pressing in my jeans as I expectantly waited for Weather to sit on my lap, her lovely butt pressed to me, and letting. I looked at her and at that moment decided that she actually looked quite sexy for a mum. I started to answer her but she told me not to say any more and that she would show me what to do.Next, she slipped off the summer dress that she had been wearing by pulling it over her head. She stood in front of me in a black lace bra and matching high-waist panties. I was amazed that she had done that and I remember thinking that the whole situation was a bit unreal, but my penis didn’t seem to mind and. Shouldn't she have noticed that before? Maybe, deep down, she's just a slut, she thinks. It's satisfying to her to think that.There are lesbian whores. Or at least whores who sell themselves for lesbian acts. But these look at Katy and then they look past her, dismissing. They know who's a customer and who is not. Katy's reeks of whitebread.And she shops.The Red Boots, astonishingly, are the easiest to find. A fetish shop has them. He hands tremble in the store, as she sits to try. The three had been adventuring together for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a hammer and a heavy shield. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real.