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Jon had decided that we were going to decorate my bedroom. We went into town and selected some wallpaper and paint and then got started. Jon didn’t trust me with the wallpaper but told me to do the painting. Before I started, Jon told me to take my dress off; he didn’t want me to get paint on it. After we had been at it for about an hour I accidentally backed onto a wall that I had just painted, and I got light blue emulsion paint on my bum. Jon said that that gave him an idea, and he took the paintbrush from me and painted a bikini on me. He started with my pussy, saying that he had to get it before my lips got swollen and my juices made the paint run down my leg. It really tickled as the brush went over my pussy. When he’d finished, it looked quite good, I’m sure that unless you were quite close, you couldn’t tell that it wasn’t the real thing. I was looking forward to testing that theory, but wondered how long it would be before it started to come off. It took till late afternoon to finish the decorating, and after some food Jon opened a package sex had arrived by post that morning. It contained a dog collar and lead, a pair of metal handcuffs, some straps that would hold my wrists to my thighs, and 2 butt plugs. Jon told me that I had to wear the collar when we went out that night. When we did go to a pub in town a couple of hours later, all I was wearing was a black dress, collar and shoes. Jon carried the lead, and put it on the table in the pub, but didn’t attach it to the collar. I think I might have been a bit embarrassed being pulled around by a lead but I didn’t get a chance to find out. I wasn’t at all worried by such a short dress, no knickers and not being able to cross my legs because of the painted-on knickers. So far, the paint was lasting well. A few people did a double take, but no fuck one said anything. Sunday May 10 This turned out to be the hottest day of the year so far, and instead of going to the Gym, Jon decided that we would go for a bike ride. In his garage, Jon had 3 bikes, all with a crossbar. One had a very narrow saddle and another had a wide saddle, but with a round hole in the centre of it. After Jon had checked out the bikes, he put 2 in the back of his car, and we drove out into the country. As usual, I wore just a dress and shoes, which would be ‘interesting’ getting bengali on and off, and using a bike with a crossbar. We stopped at a big Water Reservoir that has a path all the way round it. To get on my bike I had to raise one leg high in the air to get it over the cross bar. Even though there were lots of people around, I don’t think that anyone noticed. Even if they had indian been looking they would have only seen some of my blue ‘knickers’. Some of the paint had already come off. Jon told me to make sure that I wasn’t sat on my dress so that hindi my bare pussy was on the saddle. As I got on I realised that Jon had set the saddle high enough for me to have to slide from side to side as I peddled. I also bent forward and looked back at the top of my legs and I could see my blue pubes as I peddled. If I could see them, then so could anyone who cared to look, but then again they would think that they were knickers. One fuck guy ordered a drink and started a conversation with Nora. “I was never hit.” I opened the envelope with the photos of Barbara’s back. Then the rhythm began once more, and once again she wriggled under the blows. It’s the pain”. “I can make you feel better,” he said, moving to kneel in front of her legs. “You got it” I have to say at this point I was getting a bit worried but played calm and just chilled on the sunbed. Laundry on Saturday mornings. You can do whatever you want to us. I want one in my pussy, one in my ass and one in my mouth. 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