This time she had instructed me to go to her kitchen and wait there quietly at her pleasure. I could hear her talking in her lounge adjacent and a ltt...e laughter before her invitable call of "Slave" summoned me. Mistress was sitting with another woman visitor. A huge lady, massive in fact. Legs like tree trunks and arms like an all-in wrestler. Incredibly fat and not n the slightest bit sexy or attractive. She eyed my slight 11 stone body in a totally predatory way too as Mistress introduced. His consultations with Scarlett and Sheila tempered his internal pressures and allowed him to burst into song at the drop of a hat whenever the occasion arose in the waking hours.Scarlett confided in Sheila about the rear entry from Stewart when she was churning butter. She whispered that she had suggested to Stewart he might try her other opening if she lubricated it with some of the recently churned butter.Sheila giggled when she heard that because she knew the dour-faced Stewart was more. We had to drive the 20 miles for any major shopping and entertainment as all we had near the base was a village pub and shop. Being so far away worked in my favour as I hoped no one would recognise us when we went out. When we went shopping I would encourage Kate and she would often flash me when she was in changing cubicles getting more daring the more I encouraged her, once she actually stripped naked to try on a dress and then whilst naked asked me to change the dress as it was the wrong. “Have you met someone?” my best friend, Marie, asked. There was a twinkle in her eye and I realised it must be a bit obvious that there was a twinkle in mine! I was pretty sure Marie and the others wouldn’t be prejudiced against my going with another girl, at least. But I wasn’t actually going with Chloé, was I?“Oh, well, she is nice,” I grinned lamely, “and an amazing skier.”“She is stunning babe.” Marie grinned, and the others were on my side too, all smiling and nodding. True friends. I.