She looked good, standing there on the stage, all glammed up, her hair and make up immaculate. She was wearing, just like all the other croupiers, a l...ng backless, sleeveless dress. Hers was red, others were silver, or blue, that sparkly material, made from sequins, which seem to catch all the lights, and reflect them back ten fold. The neckline, there was no neck line, the dress plunged to below her waist, her breast full, barely being held in place. A long split up the front of the dress,. " you pull out some handcuffs out of your pocket. "yes daddy" i say as cuff my hands behind my back. your hand goes back between my legs. my body arches at the touch. oh fuck yes. your fingers flick over my clit, it feel so good, you insert two finger into me, slowly pumping it harder and faster, "ugh, i moan please dont stop" i plead,my nails scratch along as much bare skin as i can find, before you curl your fingers and flick it back and forth across my g-spot, you feel my body start to. ”“I can have my legs wide open?”“Absolutely mum, lots of women do that.”“I can’t wait.”A week later the roof was on, and the electricians, plumbers, and plasterers were moving in, mum had finished telling her story to Linda, and the publishers had coughed up the cheque, Jack had given her the time off from her job at the pub, so we were all set.Mum was really excited as the aircraft touched down at Las Palmas airport in Gran Canaria and when they finally opened the aircraft’s doors, she giggled. The day had gone pretty much as usual,the housework, the cooking the cleaning and all. And then the meal andthe quiet conversation afterwards and then it was once again time forbed. And there I was, once again in my pink nylon chiffon nightie, thegarter belt the seamed nylon hose and the pink stiletto heels. And asalways there was Henry stroking his throbbing hard on as he worked hisway up between my legs.I had gone to the beauty parlor earlier in the day and my hair was nowfeminine and perfect.