Mistress Anne then left the room. Istruggled to get loose but there was no hope. She had gone for almosthalf an hour. The garter straps pulling on my ...tockings was reallydriving me wild. When Mistress Anne returned I noticed she was onlywearing a pair of black stockings, black heels, and a strapon dildo atleast ten inches long and two inches in diameter. Just seeing that scaredme. I have never had anything in my ass before."Time to become a woman slut. I am going to fuck your pussy."All I could. Linda looked right at me from between her legs.And smiled.I liked to think she knew I was there. And deliberately bent over, showing me herself like that!Honestly, I figured it was a fluke. She was just getting her towel. That's probably all it was.But it was a nice fantasy: It excited me to think she knew I was watching, and liked it.There were other odd things too. Linda would invite over a new flock of girls... well, women, to swim. They were of that wonderful age where they were both:. The sun was low but wouldn’t set for another hour at this latitude. It seemed natural to hold her hand as we strolled along the sidewalk toward the boatyard. We stopped near the gangway to the dock and gazed at the multitude of boats before us. ‘It always amazes me,’ I observed, ‘that just around the corner … the other side of Quadra Island, or a couple of kilometers up Johnstone Strait and we’re in complete wilderness. I can’t imagine a coastline anywhere in the world that has the scenery and. Kind of young, isn’t he? Old enough, and good enough, and by the way, you’re free to go fuck whomever you want, don’t let me stop you, she said. Then she asked him if he recognized him, and Owen said no, and she told him to take a better look next time. She knew if he figured out it was Dylan he would certainly tell Leah, and the shit would hit the fan. Or the fun would begin, depending how you looked at it.----It was very early one Saturday morning, post-dawn sunlight was just beginning to.