Annette s Tale
After a couple of tiny adjustments, Naomi was certain that she finally got the angle of the video camera absolutely spot on for where she would be sitting, on the sofa next to her husband, now referred to as Annette. She had ensured that the focus meant that anyone who watched the recording would teasingly just be able to make out the straps of his bra and slip under a rather sheer white top. He wore light make-up, most notably pale pink lipstick, and his hair had been teased into a...