He stood there in his naked glory, his cock ready for action, watching as Fiona's hand castigated my bottom. In another version, the spectator was my ...ather. He was fully dressed, but the bulge in his trousers betrayed how much watching my punishment excited him. The same could be said for the third man, whose face I didn't recognize. He was roughly the same age as my father, so I assumed that it had to be Fiona's uncle-father.I put my hand between my legs just to confirm what I had already. Tonight I waswearing a slinky little dress that played upon my feminine wiles to helpincrease my image. I didn't know how he was going to react to that."It doesn't mean anything," I said quickly, trying to defuse the situation."We're just friends, right?"He frowned.I backtracked immediately. "I mean, it means SOMETHING," I reiterated. "Butit's not a date. Right?"He was silent for a few moments, and I knew I had blown it. My goal tonightwas to not bring up the difference in our relationship. "Oh, you silly goose!" Jenny laughed. "It just tells me you are a normal woman, with all the feelings and needs you should have. And if it makes you feel any better, I have a large selection of my own. Now I am going to get dinner ready, you come down when you have finished unpacking and we will eat." As she was leaving the room Jenny stopped and turned and said. "By the way, if ever you want to feel a different one in you, you can borrow any one of mine." Susan sat back on the bed. She had. Actually, she smiled with her eyes. More confident than me, her face was fully clear. No und****d body shots. Yet. Her name is Lauren. After mulling over a reply, the next day I plucked up the courage and made contact. After exchanging a few emails, I suggested we speak on the phone. If nothing else, then we’d both recognise a female voice. I’ve got an unlimited tariff on my phone, so we arranged a convenient time. We spoke for over an hour, general chitchat, finding out about one another. As.