‘Harness,’ I thought to myself. Is she sending smoke signals?Mags suddenly grabbed her bag and, pleading a mild headache and sleepiness, made her ...xcuses. I said I’d go up with her but she said no, that I should stay and enjoy the late evening with Isabelle.Left to ourselves, Isabelle ordered a brandy for herself and a scotch for me and we carried on chatting away.“Are you and Mags an item, Nancy?”“Not in the traditional sense.” She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, no, I mean she’s my absolute best mate. * * * Radford drove up to find his tour passenger waiting on the patio outside the front door. She had her hair down, sunshades perched above her forehead and was wearing a short, tight and low-cut dress that even showed the curve of her belly. Each breast looked much more than a good handful. He felt his dick stir. ‘Good morning Mrs King. Mrs King pouted and said, ‘I’m not moving from her until you revert to calling me Arlene.’ Radford jumped out smiling. ‘Come around Arlene and I’ll hold your. Two to an oar, ten oars each side.In due time, Princess Venetia appeared, escorted by some of her Ladies-in-Waiting... and accompanied by two huge, muscular guards, each armed with the kind of whip the women had been wont to use so frequently themselves. There were moans and whimpers; shudders of dread. This was the end of the line... and they all knew it. The descent into Hell was now beginning.ﾓWell, ladies,ﾔ said Princess Venetia, smiling around as if she were at some social function, ﾓyou. I did the same with panties from Mrs Carraway, 75, who liked to wear silky knickers and in fact it was hers I first used for wanking in the staff toilets. Over the weeks I enjoyed the knickers of every female resident, but preferred the more feminine ones from Mrs Green & Mrs Carraway. After a few weeks I got a bit more daring and decided to take a couple of pairs of panties home with me and before I knew it I had 4 pairs of Mrs Greens & a couple of Mrs Carraways. I was also trying to spend.