The train had started now from the station, and I thought I had got 18 hours of private time with my husband. It was 15 minutes since the journey star...ed, and no one had joined us.So I thought of having some fun with my husband. I removed my top and skirt and was now only in my black lingerie and sandals. I made a note and kept it on the door stating, “Slut is waiting for you. Come and pull the blanket to check for yourself.”I put on the blanket above me, put on my blindfold. I tied my hands to. . Those doubts, damned doubts... About the ending, I'm not a writer, so I can't give you one, only some ideas.She stayed with the guy from Thursday to Sunday; like the husband asked, was it the first time? I don't believe so. Now I have to confess that I'm not a saint and when I had girlfriends if I did something like that, I would be running to my house on the first night, before the morning came (perhaps it's my catholic upbringing, I don't know) or my feelings of guilt would destroy me. If I. But why?' stuttered Peter.'The tape was a little insurance policy for me in case you got alittle... angry after your introduction to cross-dressing.' saidVanessa choosing her words carefully. 'I now know that I don't need itand my intention is certainly not to blackmail you Peter.''So... what is your intention?' said Peter looking confused.Vanessa paused and then looked towards the doorway that led to herlingerie store. 'Let's say I need to increase my number of "devoted"clients.' said Vanessa. “Now come out of that stall. We want to get you ready for the day.”“No!” retorted Faith. “I’m not playing this game any more.”“How much of a fight do you think you can give us with those cuffs on?” asked Linny. They had left Faith cuffed when they put her back in her stall the night before, much to Faith’s chagrin. It had been difficult to find a comfortable way to sleep with her arms held behind her.“As much as I need to,” replied Faith as she glared at her two cousins. “I’m not playing any.