“Oh god,” I moaned, “please stop it! That hurts!” “Just like it’s supposed to,” Mandy brushed my complaint off, “but look at the posit...ve side, you’ve only got twenty-eight more to go. And remember, no sound!” I couldn’t do anything about it. Well, I could scream, which would bring Mandy’s mum running to the room. I could probably beg my way out of it too. But something in me wanted to be hurt like this, and I already felt the tell-tale tingling between my legs. So I tried to relax as much as I. ”The library was just across the entrance hall, to the left of the grand staircase. Adrienne, an inch and a quarter short of six foot without her heels, led the way, pulling my wife, a full eight inches shorter, to the library doorway.Adrienne looked a vision, as if she was going to a high class restaurant or chic charity ball, in her black stiletto high heels, her ankle-length black silk evening dress slit up the side all the way to the top of her impossibly long and impressively shaped. Finally they left, after Greg had me promise that we would start acting like family and see each other regularly. I couldn’t tell him that would be uncomfortable for me now due to Janice/Tara, so I reluctantly agreed.Good to his word, Greg called the following weekend and invited me to his house for dinner, Janice would be cooking. I tried to tell him I was busy but Greg wouldn’t take no for an answer. I brought over a bottle of expensive wine and I was surprised at how freely the. She forgot about them until she was back in the house, and was by then pressed for time to catch her train, so she put on another pair. When she came home from work that afternoon they weren't there any more, and she just assumed some boy had found them. She didn't realize Gordon was watching her search, and stroking himself into the missing knickers.Before leaving for work she had sent Gordon an email with photos from the evening session, but had made no mention of the choice she had been.