His handcuffs and ballgag were removed, as were his shoes. The brunette sat next to him. She must have been in her mid forties, buxom and very pretty....“You may call me Lady Clara.” She told him. “Do you like ladies as well as men?” she enquired.“Yes, Lady Clara,” said Fred meekly.“Then shall we get you warmed up?” She said with a wicked grin.She positioned Fred on all fours and pulled the thong leotard to one side. Fingering a little lube into his little hole, she produced a good sized plug and. I had exchanged nude photos with them. Blank faces of course. Peter was nicely hung and Mary was curvy with large boobs. I was getting very horny I must say. Time to get Reg involved. At first he was annoyed that I had done all this behind his back but he calmed down and, when I reminded him how he had enjoyed being pegged, he said he was fine to go ahead.Mary and I set a date, the following Saturday evening. I checked all the gear and Reg and I were eager to try this new experience. While I. I turned this way and that way. I watched from every angle and admired every curve. I reveled in its beauty and I was relieved that it was royal blue. My purple bra and panties and shoes would compliment my dress perfectly.It was great fun buying things for my Friday night date, but on Friday I began to get a little nervous. I wanted to look perfect for Dave. Now...there was another contradiction. When I was a guy I put on a shirt and a pair of pants from my closet and I was good to go. Often. Homer'll set it in order. No point in waiting here," he said. "Go on down."We walked down and around the house and observed a path running slightly downhill leading to a wooden outdoor privy. There were two doors marked crudely with chalk designating which was for men and which for women."Don't pay no attention to them signs," the old man shouted after us. "One's the same as the other."I looked at Helen and she laughed for the first time that afternoon. We both laughed."Do you suppose Homer is.