But why here? Why our house? Why our bed? John’s head was a mess, filled with dozens of competing thoughts flying around at once. He crept along the...corridor, the carpet masking his steps. The sounds got clearer as he approached the bedroom door. He peered through the opening and felt the blood drain from his face:The floor was littered with clothes. John spotted Catherine’s work dress, and saw that the stitching round the zip was completely torn - it must have been ripped off her back. Then. "You don't have to be nervous, Tom". I sure wasn't. My nipples started poking through my shirt, but I continued standing there like nothing was out of the ordinary."I'm not." he lied back. His hands fumbled a bit and brushed the tops of my breast a bit. I wasn't sure if it was purposefully or if he was fidgeting because being this close to my tits actually made him nervous. He managed to tie a tight knot. "Make sure my tit can breath Tom." I said jokingly. He smirked. I went into the kitchen to. ”June stepped across the two slaves, narrowly missing treading on them with her spike heeled shoes, and headed off to the kitchen.“How are you and Lionel getting on?” June Calloway called back to Allison as she organised the kettle, milk, cups, tea and sugar. “You seemed quite worried when we last spoke.”Even after several encounters, Allison still found June’s matter of fact approach to her relationship with Lionel disconcerting. She hesitated.June returned to the room and smiled as she passed. ” “ 21 st birthday gift from mum and dad. They know I love coffee and I was moving out. But I spend so much time here and so little at my flat. Well it seemed silly not to bring it in.”She took her own mug. Settled into her chair and swivelled to face him ” Now. Before you get all shouty, I need to say this. You've got a large and angry bee in your bonnet Mr Fordham, haven't you?” She crossed her pretty legs demurely. Noticed him looking and smiled that smile they get. Truly beautiful women are.