.what we are going engage in is not solely for some dominating pleasure of me treating you in a servile manner, or you surrendering control of yoursel... as a person...this is about mutual pleasures, in whatever manner they may come. And there will be submission and domination, but in a way we both acknowledge and accept is of mutual respect. However deliciously perverse and kinky our pleasures turn out to be when acted out, and there is always the testing and pushing of limits, both our limits,. See-through and intended to be worn with something underneath. “Wow, I don’t know what to say other than Thank You Ms Harvey.”“That will do nicely Rachel, now put something on and go home. I need to lock up. I’ve got a big date tonight.”I quickly put on the dress that I’d been wearing for most of the day then went to my locker to get my purse, phone and the clothes that I’d worn to work. I put most of them into the bag that Ms Harvey had given me, only leaving out the denim jacket that I’d worn. This particular year we had gone with our neighbours and my friends parents so there were at least 20 or so of us. After a couple of days a few more people turned up who were friends of our neighbours. One of them was a guy called Jeff who was in his mid 30's and kinda cool. A few days later I bumped into Jeff at the shower block. We started chatting about nothing in particular and he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him that I didn't. Not to worry said Jeff you don't need a girlfriend to. She and I might be okay, but Joe was watching Bee sobbing on my shoulder with a look of anguish on his face. I think he stayed over at Mark’s house to avoid hearing anything that might have happened between us. I found it ironic that he had had no problem forcing me to listen to them for weeks. He saw me staring at him and looked away.Bethany took a deep shuddering breath and sat back to wipe her face again. “I can’t think about this anymore. What can we do that’s fun?”“We can swim over at my.