But on the following Monday she wore an even more loose blouse and kept the bottom button open. Apparently she had seen me looking the other day. The ...ame thing repeated that day and this time the opening was about an inch. That gave me enough to look at. I was also ready this time. I adjusted my dick over my half pant. She saw me doing that from the corner of her eye and smiled as her plan was being successful. I could see her smile. She was bent like that for a long time today. However, I did. She had pushed the bed up into the corner of the large room to make space and had set up two wooden trestles with thick towels over the top. On the bed, Caroline had placed two leather paddles and the cane.Caroline looked at them both and said “Strip.”Fiona and Gabriella looked at each other and then began removing their clothes. When they were naked, Caroline directed them to stand in front of a trestle.“Legs well apart and bend over.”Caroline stepped between the trestles and placed a hand on. “Not the first time he fucked you, no,” I winced at his use of the word. “You took us both by surprise when you gave up your body and your marriage vows so suddenly, but I knew it had happened.”“How? Did he tell you?” I asked, horrified.“Yes, but he didn’t need to.”“What?”“Seriously Irene! Did you really believe I wouldn’t guess where your new-found sexual athleticism had come from? Did you really think after all these years that I couldn’t tell you had been fucking behind my back? Get real!. One of our galleries, “A Dull Night Out” is only four photos, I believe, showing how, heading home after a disappointing trip into town, Lady J, stops my moaning by slipping out of her dress at the side of the road and walks, no struts, the rest of the way home in just her coat and heals, dozens of passing motorist would have had a welcome eye-full, something that I find such a turn on. I also get a massive buzz thinking about people getting off, (however they choose to do so), or getting.