She came home from her tattoo appointment with new ink from her right thigh all the way to her right breast. It is sexy and now that she has it she lo...es showing it off. She bought a new bikini that goes very well the style of the tat. After she saw the effect she had on me when I see her in that bikini she always puts me in my chastity device when she is wearing it. She has no interest in ever allowing me to have sex with her now that she has had thick cocks outside our marriage. One Friday. It must have been a month or so later and the younger girl came into the shop, could i help them out again, well ok yes id call round later. i knew there was something off with these two women but not sure what, to be honest neither one was a full shilling if you follow me,lol. not raving beauties either but ok.When i went round they had a tripod and one leg was stuck, easy to fix. The younger girl came in wearing a house coat, which i thought strange for her age but as i said the were not a. "She frowned with undisguised disbelief. "Really?" I'm a writer, you see. My next novel is set in Lucerne."Smiling for the first time, she laid her tablet on the desk beside my satchel. "When anyone mentions Switzerland I always think of Orson Wells in 'The Third Man'."This oblique cinematic reference threw me for a moment, though I was relieved that the subject of ejaculating naked hunks appeared to have gone off the agenda. "Really? I know the film well, but I always thought it was set in. But what about girl who have never set eyes on the real thing, now that can be a daunting experience, 'I have kissed more girls than boys', says Sophie, the local ministers daughter, shielded from lives temptations, her warped fuck of a father forbidding fun with boys, instead introducing her to the girls in the choir, two of whom are lesbos, both girls enjoying her confused and hormonal frustrations, all three encouraged to share a large bed, where daddy the parish minister would stand outside.