"I'm completely helpless! Please, you can't do this to me! You just can't!" Nonsense!" Frank replied. "You know you like your sex rough! That's why yo...'re here!"Clasping the spike heels of her pretty sandals in his hands, he began pulling her ankles apart to expose her all the more. Betty did not attempt to resist but turned her head aside with revulsion as she realized only too well how lewdly she was exposed. She wanted to kick at him, but felt weak and afraid. Frank's eyes began at her. Her laughing, golden brown and far too knowing eyes started scanning me, the way they always did, extracting information better than any lie detector in the world. At first it had made me afraid of her and more angry and determined to leave her house, but now I knew she only did it because she wanted to know and because she cared about me, so I let her see it all, the pain and chaos inside of me. ‘But you’re running pretty low on energy now dear Simon, aren’t you?’ she said with a low but. She'd take her clothes off and join us in the darkroom or in the workshop making the frames and mats and assembling the pictures.Seeing each other naked made it very difficult to keep our minds focused on our work. Every now and then we just had to stop to relieve our pent up amorousness.We three had become lovers. Joan would spend the night with us a couple of times a week. Some nights, and also some days when we just had to stop work to play, Joan and Helen would kiss and lick each other,. Casually bordering on inappropriate, the younger sister wore only a red lace push-up bra underneath her white jacket and blue skirt. The older woman obviously wore no bra at all under her golden jacket and white skirt. Just one button, at the waist, held her ample cleavage inside. One button that Mark Walters wished would fall off.When he arranged this meeting, he’d told them this was an exploratory meeting and was necessary before accepting anyone as a client. It was two in the afternoon on.