Soon I was in Johannesburg where she lives, ostensible on business, we had an arrangement to meet. Only for coffee or lunch I told myself. Why were we...then the stars of the porn movie I was playing in my mind, and a deliciously dirty one at that? We did meet for lunch in this pokey Chinese, not such fine dining establishment, the only one open early enough to serve us lunch. Time flitted by, I felt totally at ease, we did not touch at all. Coffee was had somewhere else, we travelled with. Walking up the road I shuddered so hard I stopped myself in my tracks. I just realized I was wearing those bright blue lace panties, and I am outside of the comfort of my own home. "What's up?," Emmy says tugging at my arm. "Oh, nothing I just thought I forgot something," I say shrugging it off and visually checking no lace can be seen poking out of my jeans. The paranoia wears off by the time we are at the bar and a weird sensation of relief starts to blow over me. I walk to the table and can. At last one day Sonia said, ‘What is with you why do you keep on suggesting it?’ ‘It is only for your own benefit my dears. It will come in handy on long lonely cold nights besides it is much nicer than a cold vibrator’ I told her. One night just to please me they said, ‘Okay we will try it’. At first they were tentative but when the good feeling started there was no stopping them. When they had finished they said, ‘Sahebji thanks it was really great. It beats the vibrator any day but it is no. Pausing when she got to a page that was roughly torn out, she reminisced about a session with Angus a few nights earlier. --- “Ah’m gonnae fuck yer feet.” Angus drawled as he walked into her room.“You what now?” Tegan asked incredulously, laying on her bed flicking through a magazine in the nude, as had become the custom.“Fuck yer feet, ah said.”“I’m not going to say no, but why?”“Because ah haven’t fucked a girl’s feet before, and ye’ll let me do it.” Angus shrugged. “Could be a laugh. If ah.