There my younger brother was already taking the bath. He was in the underwear. Our terrace has the boundary wall of around 4-5 feet high, so if we sit...down, people from the other houses can’t see us. Except 2-3 houses which have one more floor than our house. So, I put my clothes near the bathing area and start removing my clothes. I was wearing a top and the leggings/slacks/pants. I removed my top and leggings and I was in just my pink chaddi. I sat behind my brother and start bathing. After. Lorraine checked to make sure the weights did not show through the blouse, which was fairly loose and billowy. “You will leave those on for an hour, then remove them. You will then put them back on after an hour and repeat all day until you go home tonight. In the morning, you will put them on again, and leave them on all day while you are here. You will continue until you are told to stop.”“Yes Mistress.” “Now, pull up a chair and show me what you did at the house yesterday.” Angela pulled up. I was hard as a rock, and my body was going 'get in there, just stick it into whatever's handy and get into this!' but my mind was totally amazed watching my girlfriend come. Usually when she was going off like this, I'd have other things on my mind, like worrying about a broken neck, and the way she would be arching her back up and I couldn't see her face the way I could now. The fact that I wasn't going to do anything to disturb any of what was going on, yeah, while I had my little head going. It's hard not to get involved. Oh Robert! I couldn't leave. She'd been my patient for six months." And tears were falling. I put out my arms, and she came into them, awkwardly because of my leg. I still had strength enough in my arms to manoeuvre her so that her face was pressed against my chest and I could put my arm round he. It was the first time I'd ever touched more than her fingers and I was overwhelmed with a desire to protect and comfort her. This display of vulnerability and compassion.