The StormChapter 37
“You are out of your fucking mind!” exclaimed Anita. She was standing with her hostess in Caroline’s bedroom, wrapped in an oversized bathrobe and nothing else, and staring at the leather object in Caroline’s hands. “Have you gone nuts?” Waking shortly before lunch, Anita had gone downstairs for soup and rolls, then had followed Caroline back to the master bedroom, expecting another afternoon lesbian session. Instead, she had been amazed as Caroline laid out the plan for the afternoon. Anita...