Engrossed in the book, he flicked through the pages and felt a curious arousal at the scenes before him. He did not notice the long shadow cast from h...r bedroom ‘door’. “That’s Yva Richard’s idea of fetish wear in the 1920s.” Looking up to her, she smiled happily at his expression of sheer astonishment. “And this is Penny Nicholson’s idea of the very, very noughties to the present day.” Harry was dumbfounded could only stare in awe. Her fresh complexion contrasted with her painted gloss red. She pulled on the moccasins. They were actually very soft and comfortable, hugging her legs. She put on the collar and strapped it tight. It was humiliating to wear it.She looked at herself in the mirror, spinning around to get a good perspective. Yes, she looked the bitch.She went out to the kitchen to prepare super. She just finished the lasagna when she heard Joe knock at the door. She didn’t even ask Jon to go get it; she went to let Joe in her own.“Good evening Beth, “Joe smiled at. He pumped a little onto my arse and the cold hit me instantly, it wasn't for long though as the warmth of his finger replaced it, massaging my tight puckered hole. My body started heating up and my pussy got even wetter in anticipation of what was coming next. He told me to loosen it up while he lubed his cock and watched me as I used my finger to gently push through my hole. I began moving in and out replacing one with two, giving him a show as I fingered my arse for him. He moved my hand. Finally I sat back on my heels and looked at her as she sat up; holding out her hand invited me up onto the bed where she could now kiss me, tasting her own juices of me. Getting up she made us some sandwiches and tea for lunch, then we got started with the wall paper. As we worked she began telling me about how she got started having sex with a lady friend in University too. They lived together for quite a few years and also socialized with other lesbians. I began to realize there were lots.