The plans were simple; Tricia was to come over at seven pm, Jason at eight.
Betty was all business.
She made three stops on the way home: the bank to hit the twenty-four hour teller, the grocery store to pick up a two bottles of wine, and then over to a girlfriends womennude black woman house to retrieve a pair of womennude black woman high-heels that she had lent her womennude black woman.
She made it back to her house around 6:00 pm, and quickly downed a small chef salad.
As she busily straightened up her ranch-style house, she made all the preparations in the bedroom for her guests arrival.
Leather straps were affixed to each corner of her bed.
Stepping onto a chair, she looped a long leather strap though an eyelet fastened to the ceiling, and layer a pair of fur-lined handcuffs in the base of the loop she had made, and then tied the ends of the strap back to the eyelet.
Betty took a long, hot shower, combed out her hair, put on some make-up, and donned a black bra, black lace panties, and her black stiletto heels.
She lit another cigarette, and relaxed.
It was nearly 7 oclock.
Tricia could not stop thinking about the photos she saw on Bettys computer.
The photos had literally lit a fire in her pussy, and she couldn stop thinking about sex.
She even stopped and bought a pack of cigarettes, even though she rarely smoked.
Parking in the apartment parking lot womennude black woman around womennude black woman 5:15, she ran upstairs to her small apartment, and slammed the door shut, locking it.
