How come they're not all saggy like my mum's tits?”“Maybe because I haven't had k**s yet?! Dickhead!”Initially he told me he was from Kabul but ...hat turned out to be a joke. In reality he was born in Leicester making him twice as English as me.Two weeks later and he was staying at my flat, he was still with Scarlett (just about) and we hadn't fucked although we had kissed a lot. I was getting impatient. “How about I give you a back massage?” I said.“I've got some coconut oil in the kitchen, I. She ran off to tell her friends the good news. I was to be entirely dressed femininely in a Halloween costume. It was far from being my ideal costume, but my Mother was adamant. She insisted on it with the pretence, it would make an excellent costume for taking the younger cheerleader girls and their younger siblings, trick or treating. She picked the outfit herself one that she knew would make me squirm in its femininity. "I want you to wear full make-up and a wig with your outfit," demanded. I’m sorry!? Carol had started to panic. ?OH REALLY?? The Mistress asked. ?Keeping secrets? Not a very good practice in a marriage.? She unclipped the ankle cuffs and untied the leash from the post. She lifted Carol’s chin and said ?Look at me. What’s the deal?? Carol blushed. ?We play in the bedroom. He ties me up. Nothing very strenuous. He tried spanking me once. I think he liked it. I wanted to. But it brought back memories of my parents. My mother would whip me. ‘Come on, let’s siesta, the party starts at 9pm.’ said Fay. ‘In the meantime, let me help you work that one out.’ Slotting her arm inside his, they walked back to the apartment. Looking at the other couples holding hands, arm in arm, the young and old, Fay felt safe and happy. ****************************************** Jack groaned heavily, his breath rasping as Fay crashed on top of him. The tackiness of their flushed naked skin cooled in the air-conditioned atmosphere of the bedroom. Jack.