I picked up Rachel’s discarded stockings from the floor. ‘Rachel,’ I said. ‘It is your turn to kneel now. Kneel down in front of me.’ Rachel...opened her eyes as if she was waking up. She looked over at me. I think she could tell from the tone of my voice that I meant it—she needed to kneel at my feet. I passed a stocking to Anya, ‘Tie her hands behind her back.’ Rachel looked up at me, a combination of fear and excitement in her eyes. I smiled. ‘Anything.’ ‘Pardon?’ ‘Anything. That’s what you. “I want your to insert this in your pussy and wear a thong to keep it in place, slut. You will be sorry if you do not follow this simple instruction. Trust me, I will know” I read the message out softly. Oh my God, I gasped!The next day, I got ready early. I got into that long flowing tight dress, put on my make up and expensive diamond Cartier necklace and Chanel earrings, along with a Piaget ladies watch and my gold wedding ring, looking all dolled up but yet formal enough as a senior. He says they interfere with his muse. He likes country ways. Since he never goes outside dressed en femme, why shouldn't he live in rural Texas? Our house is secluded, out of the way, my dad's privacy easy to protect. Folks have to make an appointment if they want to buy art. We can hear a car coming down the road ten-fifteen minutes before it gets to our house, and you're the only one I've ever led through the thicket. Everyone else is rightly feared of accidentally treading on one of the. Cerys looked as disorganised as ever, nodding an acknowledgement to Allison as she tried to juggle her large shoulder bag while she ordered a cappuccino. Fumbling in the bag in search of her purse as she reached the end of the counter, she almost knocked a pile of pastries to the floor while trying to find the money to pay.Finally, with her bag tucked awkwardly under one arm and her coffee in its tall cup swaying disturbingly on a tray in the other, Cerys crossed the room and sank down in the.