For characters sake: she had a whip. A whip.My mind had raced. The whole night it seemed the perfect prop to aid in playful flirtations and she was no...t short of attention for it. That night I was transfixed by her, her attire played into every single fantasy I had had as a teen struggling to understand both my attraction to girls and my submissive side. All night I struggled to take my eyes off her.Suddenly it seemed my mind was taken over and I wanted nothing more than to taste her plump lips. ”“Oh fuck.” I poured myself out a drink and took it into the rear garden to think about it.I was fifty-five while the lovely Wendy was just thirty, we had what we both considered to be the perfect marriage, it was one that many people would have considered to be immoral, but it suited us and that was all that mattered to us.We were swingers, but also we had an open marriage, in other words, we’d both, over the years, had other lovers.Wendy had a far higher sex drive than me, but it had never. Hopefully,someday Samantha will figure out what happened, and maybe a magic way toturn back. It was probably a fool's hope, Samantha knew, but she did trulywant one day to reach down between her legs and feel something thereagain. A chance to be the protector of Lex however was what she wantedmore than anything.Epilogue:Cathy looked over the note that Erica was sending to this mysteriousperson who had some sort of similar experience to what they werecontrolling. She was tempted to get Erica to. Today she decided would be the day to venture into town, she had some errands to run and may even stay for a drink in town. She jumped in the shower and soaked her body with the warm water, after scrubbing from head to toe she wrapped her towel tightly round her body. Daisy decided to wear her distressed denim jeans with a black t shirt that clung to her breasts. She tied her hair up, put her boots on and was out the door. On her way into town she bumped into Mrs Taylor who seemed out of sorts..