Jayne hung her smart jacket on a chair back and then hung her dress on the hanger and slipped her jacket on top of it, she turned round to see Miss Cathcart holding a brown leather dog collar, and some velcro handcuffs. “I’ll see you?” Shelly suggested, “Bye,”
“Yes, ah, thanks, I think!” Jayne laughed and she walked off towards the station and normality. xnx It buzzed seductively, so she relaxed and sprawled in her arm chair and slid the tingling silver cylinder deep inside her as she tried to imagine Henry making love to her but instead she kept hearing that mid atlantic accent of “John with an h,” and remembered the way he claimed her and oh god, paid for the privillege, it wasn’t hard to imagine it was his manhood and not a plastic toy buzzing within her, and the feeling of well being
