" Ashley was a petite girl with red hair, like dyed red, which I think is hot, she has tattoos down her arms (sleeves) about the book "a****l Farm". I... was left there waiting for them, they came back out wearing latex suits, Christy was wearing very coarse fish nets, and high heels, with a cockring on. Ashley was wearing red latex boots that went up to her crotch, a 9 inch red strap on, and red gloves, her favorite color is red obviously. They brought out a whip, a paddle, a ball gag, lots of. “Now how do I look?”I looked her over from hair to feet. My gaze brushed across her tanned skin, her short blonde hair was disheveled from the hard play at the party. Her light blue eyes were sparkling with mischief, a half smile rested on her full lips as my eyes roamed over her 5’2” body. The material of the shirt had turned transparent where the water drops from where the bottle made it wet. Her breasts jutted like twin peaks from the flat plains of her stomach. She was lying on her side. I kept my reservations to myself as she arranged a meet. The following week, with little time to spare, I called in the Black Bull, a nearby pub where Joan had arranged the meet.It was hard to miss Ian, hewas the only man alone in the bar. I walked across, bought a drink, introduced myself and we sat down on a bench seat, out of earshot. We got on like house on fire and we had many things in common. I told him about Joan and I, and what she wanted. I went on to explain that I was. She had arranged for a limousine to first pick him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his front door and pocketed the keys in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limo drove to her address in Chelsea, a narrow mews off of Flood Street.Sally looked as if she should have wings sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of layers of diaphanous gauzy materials, her elfin looks were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless.