It’s as good as a novel.”“And I’ll bet she told you you simply have to tell Helen before she gets married to someone else, didn’t she?” sa...d Imogen. It wasn’t really a question.“Yes, she did. And I will, even if I have to go to the wedding to do it.”“How will you know where she’s getting married? Or when?” asked Imogen.“You won’t believe this, but Lorraine works in Manchester Register Office, and reminded me they have to post who’s getting married, and so do Parish Churches. So I can find out. " He did, never once making eye contact with me. He sat at the end of his bed and took my right foot in his hands and began massaging me. My legs were parted more than yesterday and if he looked up he would get a very clear look of my black panties...which after only a few seconds he did. He quickly looked away flustered. Over the next couple of minutes, he continued to take quick peeks between my legs as he continued the massage, his face redder than hell itself. I purposely would open and. “Spread your legs for me.” I comply without a second thought. I am feeling as though this is where I should be. She knows I am sexually submissive to a man but I never knew I could submit to a lady too.I spread my legs and feel exposed and vulnerable. She slaps my lips and I feel a quiver run through my lower torso. She does it again seeing the reaction the first time. I find I am raising a bit and presenting my ass to her. She takes advantage of it and slaps the cheeks and then slaps. "You can look too," she said, slowly pulling the cloth of her dress up over my hand so I could see my forbidden touch."Mr. Smith! It's like a witch put a spell on your or something! You're in a trance!"I nodded weakly."It's just a girly weewee, right? You must have seen Jessie's when she was little." I know, but it makes me feel different. Very different." I guess so! This is so cool!" I shouldn't be doing this ... I should stop..." I said in a monotone."You don't need to stop," said Allie.