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... across the table. Dee thought what a treat was in store for her today as she admired Kat in her tiny little pink shorts and crop top sat with that beaming smile. "Don't have too much to eat Kat or you might feel ill later" Dee laughed as she was teasing Kat at the table.

While Kat looked a pretty picture this morning, Barb on the other hand looked far from her best today. She looked tired with bags around her eyes and had clearly not had the time to sort out her makeup properly this morning. "As Barb brought up their poached eggs on toast breakfast, Dee asked Barb if she was feeling okay today with a smile and Barb rolled her eyes back at her. "One of those nights" Barb said as she sat down with the girls to eat her own breakfast of boiled eggs.

"Well if there is anything I can do to help you only have to ask" Dee said to Barb with a smile that was returned to her. "Dee already knew her desire to turn Barb was getting to the stage where she could not resist it for much longer,

As the girls finished their light breakfasts Dee took Kat by the hand and said "lets go and wake up with some great exercise and get the body moving this morning". Dee winked at Barb as she led Kat up the stairs towards her lovely new bedroom. "Welcome to my new lair" Dee said to Kat as she opened the door for her and closed it behind her.

Barbara was seeing things in a new light and it was starting to make her worry. Knowing Dee was a lesbian and all she had learned about BDSM was now ...

... causing as much unrest as it caused arousal last night. It was partly guilt she was feeling over how carried away she got with fantasy and partly how incredibly sexy the women online were and the things they did to each other that kept her awake and now feeling it was so wrong to think such things. It was a fitful night of trying to not think of the tall sexy young black woman a few rooms away doing things like she had seen online to her sweet little daughter. Thoughts of how Dee's friend Lita had looked at Kat too sent shivers over the mature woman too swam in her mind and stirred her loins. How both the young women had looked at her and her star struck daughter with lusty smiles and dark intentions was now sinking in. Barbara was getting afraid for no real reason other than her own sick imagination and those looks and how they seemed so different at the time.

What seemed playful now seemed like it could be a warning. But what good is a warning now going to do if there was anything to worry about. Dee had moved in and Kat was infatuated with her. There was no turning back. As she did the dishes, visions of Dee's strong body in the leotard and her black skin and hair and dark beautiful eyes would not leave her. The way those dark eyes had looked at little Kat as she told to get up and go with her and how that wink then calling her big room her " lair" made her feel.

Dee ushered Kat into her room patting her gently on the bottom as she went in and closed the door behind her. ...