“Go on,” I told her, putting on his best understanding smile. “I promise to be quiet.”“Me too,” she said, giggling a little. “I mean, I...don’t snore…”I’d never really paid much attention to how thin the walls were, having lived alone for so many years. Not only that, she hadn’t quite closed the door all the way. Whether that was on purpose or not, I had no idea, but it did mean that I could hear her. Not much, at least not over the soft music… so… with a sense of guilt, I turned it off and. I suggested she ought to slip into a bikini if she had a few hours to spare and I know now why she agreed. We both went into the house and to the bed room where Lucy slipped off her skirt and stood in front of me in her black bra and thong, stockings and sexy heels and me just in my shorts. I could not resist pushing her onto the bed and removing her bra as we kissed heavily and moved our hands all over each other's bodies. Lucy then pushed me back and pulled off my shorts and was immediately. She was wearing a short house coat, as she was ready for bed. As she bent over to take my shirt I could tell she was not wearing a bra. “Hurry up, get those pants off, and get in the bed, we don’t want you getting sick.” “I can’t take them off if you are here,” I said. “O.k., go in the bedroom, take them off, and get in the bed after you take them off.” She told me she had three children asleep in another bedroom and led me to a bedroom to undress. I took my pants, shoes, socks, and. Stood next to her was that same squaddie who had humiliated me when Missy acted so sluttily that night with him while I was tied to our bedroom door. To make it worse he wore a smug grin."Tonight Sub you are going to provide me with entertainment. Strip NOW!" was all she said. Despite my initial shock it's well established that I am the submissive one in this relationship, I am here to do whatever my Mistress demands. I found myself mentally switching into that compliant role, like a well.