Chapter Five
Easter Monday Morning
I got up early as usual, even though it was my day off. The previous evening I’d been banished to the bedroom to do some revision while Laura and Christine were working on the Torture Chair in the lounge. It was now sitting in the middle of the lounge, covered with a bed sheet. There was a post-it note on it that read “no peeking!”
After their tea in bed the girls rose and got ready. They came down in two of my favourite of their outfits. Laura in her black mini dress, stockings and thigh boots; Christine’s outfit was actually a dress – but it looked like a black pencil skirt and red silky top with a broad, shiny patent belt. She wore it with black sheer stockings and her black stiletto shoes. Her curvy figure in that style of dress reminded me of that
