One question needed to be resolved, whether or not Walter would lure the tramps into undressing before springing the surprise on them, or whether they...should be forcibly undressed immediately upon their arrival. Either way I would wear a ski mask, my aversion to them notwithstanding. My van would be parked at a nearby plaza, from where Walter would drive me to his home. As this was not close to another home, the presence of my vehicle might cause suspicion.It was decided to confront the two. He stood mouth agape, not quite knowing what to do. Her voice quietly and with authority saying that if he wanted… he could touch… oh how he wanted that… but he was still hesitant, years of knowing ladies bodies were taboo held him back, her hands took his and lifted them to the, until now forbidden goals of the twin peaks. Soft compliant flesh behind the lace, like jelly to his sweating hands, stiff nipples under palms urged him on to explore, it was all too much, his jaw fell open, he was. ’ From henceforth I was to be available to her or to Jenkins as required. In addition to these personal services for them, I was to be introduced to her ‘friends’ for their pleasure too. Jenkins sent for me that afternoon. I went again to her private quarters. She led me into a room I had not been aware of hitherto. It was a large room and along one wall were rack upon rack of fine dresses of the sort our Mistress wore. I soon realised this was the house ladies’ wardrobe. The clothes were of. "I'm not being generous, I'm being selfish. The more I bind us together, the harder it will be to think of ever splitting up. Before you protest, I know it will never happen. Just consider this for what it is, a wedding present."They both shut up, going a little pale. Once again, I cut them off before they could speak. "I know, I can never legally marry both of you, but I CAN commit to you. I don't want to skulk around, avoiding revealing the details of our relationship. I want a VERY public.