They were thrilled, the weather was fine and the top was down and they were in their ‘civvies’ and looked lovely. For all it wasn’t a particular...y fast road, it was enough to allow their hair to stream behind them a little and put a glow in their cheeks.“So what’s the story with ‘the Hatchett?” I asked Trinny who was after a little bit of a squabble in the front with me.“She’s just creepy, always hanging around the gym changing rooms, or the dorms at lights out. We warn the younger ones never. When she heard him give the 'ready' signal by clearing his throat twice, she quietly opened his back door and slipped inside. She felt deliciously naughty walking into his house with no clothes on and was very wet 'down there'. Sneaking out of the kitchen into his living room as quietly as she possibly could, she looked around the corner and saw him. He was sitting on a straight backed chair with no clothes on and his hands behind him in his fur-lined handcuffs. She knew those handcuffs could. I saw her legs part slightly and saw his left hand fully covering her pussy hairs and clit, I looked and saw his middle finger slide down between her pussy lips. She jerked again and her legs parted further, his middle finger was actually sliding inside her pussy, she realized what was on display and closed her legs tightly, trapping his hand on her pussy and in particular his finger inside her. I was laughing and shouting to her to fight back, she moved her hand to his dick and he said, “Oh. That and I've never bothered to find something I'd like or a professional I'd trust. And I never wear sandals. In fact, it's usually boots. It's not really a fashion or style choice, it's mostly paranoia. I once accidentally stepped on someone's foot while she was wearing sandals and broke her toe. I've feared karmic retribution since, so I've always worn shoes with some sort of top to them, even if it was just on the toes. It's gotten to the point sometimes I forget to take my shoes off before.