Greg turned his attentions to my girlfriend again, and they headed back through to the lounge I followed with the coffee. Katie stood by the glazed balcony door, which overlooked the Thames it was pretty private, only anyone with a boat and a telescope could see in. Her arms were holding onto the wall either side of the sliding door and she was facing out. Greg knelt down behind her and slowly began to work her jeans down, they were tight and he had to virtually peel them from her hips.

I climbed out of bed and took off my stockings that I had slept in and ran the shower. "Use the Immac!" I heard her call. I found the bottle on the side, and read the instructions. I followed them and rubbed the foul smelling lotion over my arms legs and torso. As I waited for it to take effect I used my razor and trimmed my pubic hair into a small fine thatch as Katie did, and shaved my scrotum totally clean.

Tamaras house amazed me it was obviously expensive being in Chelsea and once inside I realised that she must be worth a fortune, as the decorations were opulent and very stylish. I needed to go to the toilet as the corset was squeezing my bladder, I asked for directions and was directed to one upstairs. About ten minutes had passed by the time I had finished and freshened myself up a little. I heard a noise from a bedroom and peaked in. What I saw amazed me. Katie was with her back toward me and kneeling between Tamaras opened legs and her

It was later that Katie called me through bedroom, I had been sulking all morning and assumed that she was going to tell me to get over it. "Ive been thinking," she said, but I interrupted her. "Im sorry, youre right, Ill just forget about it and try to imagine it never happened!" "What? No that not what I was going to say at all! What I was going to say was, I have had an idea as to how you can still go to the Grand Prix, that is if you really, really want to go badly enough!" "Of course I want to go those tickets are like gold dust, but I dont understand, how can I go?" I answered somewhat puzzled.

We arrived back at the apartment just after pm we had been out nearly five hours and I was tired and hungry, so I suggested we send out for a Chinese meal. "Oh no I have a much better idea, you can take me out for one instead as a reward for helping you!" Katie said. "Do we have too, I am exhausted and would really like to get changed back." "Oh no you dont, if you are to be prepared in six months, you need to be Louise full time.

We spent about another half an hour over our last drinks, during this time Katie flirted shamelessly with Greg. On the few occasions when she had been with other men I had not really known about it until afterwards, yet she was not being discrete about her intentions just know. Normally I would not feel much emotion, as I knew she had her needs but on this occasion I felt strangely envious, and even more strangely not of Greg, but of Katie.

Shortly afterwards Greg received a call on his mobile, it was his office he was needed urgently he apologised profusely and to left a little while later. He was also oblivious to the fact that he had been sucked off by another man he did take our telephone number and promised that he would call soon. Katie went straight to take a shower whilst I made some fresh coffee to take away taste of Gregs semen which lingered in my mouth. I was sat at the kitchen table admiring my brightly painted toenails, which shone like beacons

Tamara had now recovered and eased away to pull off her blouse revealing her lacy white bra, which looked like Wonderbra. She asked me to undo the clasp I had become skilled with my long nails now and managed to unfasten it with little difficulty. Tamaras slipped the bra off her shoulders and revealed her glorious firm and pert breasts. She cupped them in her own hands and squeezed together slightly, "Well, what do you think?" she asked me.

Katie had booked an appointment at a salon in Fulham, which was owned by an old school friend of hers she had used in the passed but not recently. We decided to use the underground, as it was the easiest and quickest way. I had a bit of a shock when the train came through the tunnel and blew a fierce gush of air down the platform which blew open my skirt revealing my stocking tops. Anyone that happened to be looking would have caught an eyeful,

Tamara found the assistant and asked about sizing, then she showed us into a changing room. She then went away for a few minutes returning with a pretty box out of which she took out the corset wrapped in tissue paper. She asked if we needed any help but Tamara said we would be fine on our own. Slightly embarrassed with having Tamara with us, I nervously unbuttoned my dress and dropped it to the floor, then took off my top leaving me standing in just my underwear.