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Wednesday, 1 April 2026

So many Wednesday Treats and no fools

Hi Everyone,
   Welcome to Wednesday with some wonder fun and games.
Before we start, I have got the hang of the new paintshop programme and it is actually full of rather nice new additions which could come in very handy.
  

So

First up, I need to report the Shiny Lens has picked up some wonders.
Leading with the every gorgeous Amanda Holden.Captured whilst filming the latest of her Bafta nominated series on house renovation 

And Sally is still managing to keep her secret to herself, but not to the Shiny Lens.


And here is the proof because her secret was revealed by the insta-filter we installed a  few weeks ago and posted on Sallys own page.

Now.
Since Andy and Aunt Jane checked out they have been travelling the world and our friend Amber has been there every step, chronicling their every step.
This week we catch-up with them in Rome for fashion week and then jet off to China and Las Vegas .
They must be clocking up those frequent flyer miles 






Whoever they may roam, we shall follow , thanks to Amber we will follow.


Lets go further afield .

Let us take a trip to Mars and believe me you are in for a  real treat because someone we all know and love is about to make her debut.

These are just getting better and better and I can not thank you enough Kitka for creating them an allowing me to share them. XX







And then......There was the ever amazing Skinnie Stallion



My Grandson Barbie

By

Skinnie Stallion


Agnes put her feet up, savouring the aroma of fresh coffee intermingling with the sweet scent of her Dundee cake starting to rise.  It was nice that Ethel was coming round for coffee and cake.   She would enjoy having a relaxed chat and introducing her friend to Peter.


It had been Sonia’s idea to send Peter down south to stay with Agnes for the summer.   It was his own fault.   It was obvious from his results that he’d not studied.  He’d not put in the work.  Maybe moving out of the Halls of Residence for his second year had been a bad idea.  The travel to lectures wouldn’t have helped.  His choice of rooms near the station had never seemed sensible.  Now term had finished, Sonia didn’t want him lounging around at home or going out to bars with old school friends.  And he could kiss goodbye to any thoughts of getting a holiday job and saving up to go to Ayia Napa or Ibiza.   He needed to stay focused on his Business Studies Course and be ready for resits at the end of the summer.   If he didn’t pass those, he could kiss goodbye to his third year in Newcastle.  


Sonia knew she’d be of no practical assistance herself; she’d just end up shouting at him if he didn’t study.   She had no head for figures, but her mum had been a successful businesswoman, which is why Agnes had been able to afford to retire to the south coast as well as helping out with some of Peter’s university costs.   Fortunately Peter had  always got on well with his Gran.  She might be a bit eccentric and have a rather wayward dress sense for a woman her age, but perhaps she could get him to see sense and help him with his studies.  It might not be much of holiday for Peter but he needed to knuckle under and work if he was going to avoid getting chucked out.   


Agnes couldn’t understand why Peter was having problems.   He’d always been a bright boy.   It had been his choice to study Business Studies.   She’d have preferred him to have studied something a bit more academic but he was adamant.  He ought to be sailing through the course.   The penny dropped for her during the first tutorial she’d given him.  The day after he arrived, she tried to explain ledger accounting to him.  When she started to use his bank statements to go through Debtors and Creditors she’d been dumbfounded.  There was more money in his account than she could believe.  Money had been coming in regularly throughout the last two terms.   Every week, he’d been depositing a thousand pounds or more in cash.   


At first she  wondered whether he had a job, but what job would pay that kind of money to an unqualified student?  The money definitely wasn’t coming from Sonia.   This was more money than Sonia was earning and it was being paid in as cash.   Agnes quickly dismissed her second thought that he had been stealing: the weekly amounts were too similar and regular.  Her suspicions were already forming.   She knew she had to confront him and get to the bottom of this.   And she also needed to teach him about compound interest: the silly goose was keeping all that money in his current account.  He needed a deposit account with a decent rate of interest.


“Peter, I need to talk to you about these, pointing to the columns of incoming payments,” she said as she leafed through the statements.  Peter began to shake as Agnes moved closer to him on the sofa.  He couldn't believe his stupidity in letting her see his statements.   He knew she wouldn’t let it rest till she found out the truth, and he wasn’t going to start lying to her.  He never had, and he never would.  “How have you got all this money?  It can’t be a job given the size of all the amounts.  Have you been doing OnlyFans?  I know some girls get a lot of money that way.  I guess boys can too.   But that wouldn’t come in as cash, would it?”

“No Gran.   Not OnlyFans.”

“Ok not OnlyFans but something similar?  Something on the internet”

“Not really.”   Peter trembled.  He wasn’t quite lying. He might have used AdultWork to get noticed initially but he’d taken down his profile as soon as word of mouth had started to spread.   He didn’t want any of his friends finding it.


“Ok, well what?”


Agnes’ jaw had dropped when Peter told her what he’d been doing in the afternoons and weekends when he should have been studying.    He might be an attractive young man and popular with the girls, but she knew well enough that he wasn’t the type of boy who was cut out to be a gigolo, as her generation knew male escorts.   It appeared that he had ‘friends’, as he referred to them, who visited or he called round most afternoons.  Friends who preferred him wearing a dress.   Men as well as women.  Some were clearly older ladiess, who liked taking a younger man in hand.


The silly goose.   If only he’d talked to her first.  At least he was still in one piece and hadn’t been physically hurt by his experiences although she expected he’d received some chastisement and rather firm spankings from a few of his friends, particularly the ladies. One lady had a particular penchant for collecting him on Friday afternoons to stay the weekend in her luxury apartment near Whitley Bay.  She kept him as her plaything and maid, returning returned him to his flat Newcastle  on Monday mornings still in his maid’s uniform.   No wonder he missed lectures on Monday morning, but he was being so handsomely remunerated for his services.


Agnes knew what she needed to do.   She called Bergman and Knightley immediately after she finished her tutorial.   Bergmans had called round to collect him that very afternoon, more than willing to oblige one of their Platinum Card holders.   One week later, she was looking forward to seeing what they’d accomplished.


At ten-thirty, the doorbell rang.  “Am I early?” were Ethel’s first words.


“Not at all, dear.  Perfect timing.   Come in.  The coffee’s just brewed.   Go through to the lounge and I’ll bring it through.  Cake?”

“Ooh, yes dear.”  Ethel sniffed.  “You know I love your Dundee cake.  Now what’s this surprise you’ve got for me.  I can’t believe it’s just the cake.”


The two friends had been talking for nearly half an hour when Agnes heard a van pull up outside.  The doorbell rang at precisely eleven. Bergmans were nothing if not reliable.  “I’ll get that,” said Agnes heading for the door.  “I’m sure that’ll be Peter.”


An attractive young girl was waiting outside.   Agnes noted that the white van was discreetly unmarked to avoid arousing neighbour curiosity, but the girl’s uniform of white blazer, black pencil latex skirt and heels immediately identified her as a B&K representative.   “Ms Elkins?   I’m Maya from Bergman and Knightley.  We have a delivery for you.   Are we Ok to bring him in?”

“Yes, certainly.   In the hall will be fine.”


The girl gestured to two well-built ladies in leather jackets, leather trousers and work boots who started to open the van’s rear doors.  “You may want to give us a few minutes while we bring him in and uncrate him.   We’ll clear away any mess.  If it’s OK, I’ll call you when he’s ready.”     Agnes was eager to see B&K’s handiwork but, maintaining her patience, consented.   He’d been away a week, another few minutes wouldn’t make much difference.   She’d only been back in the lounge for ten minutes when there was a gentle knock and a head poked round the door.   “All done,” said Maya.   “Please can you come and inspect him, and sign the delivery docket and invoice?”


“Certainly dear,” said Agnes, helping Ethel out of her seat.  They gathered beside Maya as the girl drew back a red sheet to reveal a blue and pink display box with art deco flourishes housing a life size doll.    Agnes heart leapt with joy as she saw what Bergmans had accomplished.   It exceeded her wildest dreams.   “He looks wonderful!” she exclaimed.


“Oh goodness,” squeaked an astonished Ethel.


“We went with your feminisation proposal, but given our new Barbie range, we decided to go the full Barbie with him and personalise the packaging for you. May I present to you your new ‘My Grandson Peter Barbie’ fully feminised, bimbofied and Barbiefied.” said Maya.  


“Ooooh!”  There were admiring shrieks of delight from Agnes and Ethel. 


“We turned him blonde for the full Barbie effect although his roots will need retouching in  a few weeks.   He’s wearing an off-the-shoulder, black latex midi bodycon hobble dress from our Rhys Jenner Boys Will be Girls™ range and a pair of B&K’s standard 5” heel courts.  I hope you approve.  Latex definitely suits him.  The packaging has a rear entrance, as does his dress, so you can present him to friends and guests and have lots of fun unboxing and unwrapping.   This is your remote.”  Maya proffered a small device towards Agnes but Ethel grabbed it like an excited child and started to press buttons. “As you can see, he’s been encased and lacquered with B&K’s Perma-Gloss™ Shell Finish so his make-up will never run, he’ll have a permanent shine and he’s stiff but fully poseable like any good Barbie doll.”


Agnes raised an eyebrow.  “Stiff?” she enquired.

“Oh, not there, of course.  His little thing’s encased in the Perma-Gloss™ shell and will stay small and limp however hard he tries and strains.”


“How sweet,” said Ethel.


“His shell finish has been padded and moulded to give him some cleavage and enhance his curves.   It’s quite rigid, although he can still feel sensations if he’s touched or caressed.”


“Or fucked?” interjected Ethel while pointing the remote at the box.  Peter’s eyelids started to flutter as his plug sprang into life.   This was so humiliating.   It hadn’t been so bad when it was the girls in the workshop playing with him, but not in front of his Gran and whoever this rather crude, old lady was.   Why hadn’t Gran told him that she shopped at B&K?  He loved going in their Newcastle store but only to browse.   It was only recently that he felt he had enough money to afford the items he hankered after.


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AI-generated content may be incorrect.“Yes, while fucked or fingered.   Obviously no lacquer has been applied in those sensitive, intimate areas so he’ll feel every stroke.  He just won’t be able to move himself, but you or any of his partners will be able to move his head, arms and legs like any good doll.  And adjust and open his mouth.   He can’t speak but he can still use his tongue.”   


“How sensible,” added Agnes, “but can he hear?  I do want him to be able to continue with his studies.”


As the tempo of his plug began to increase, Peter blinked and tried to catch his Grandmother’s eye to no avail.  He was full of regret for what he’d done during the last two terms.   He wanted to shout ‘Grandma, please, I promise to try harder at uni,’ but his mouth remained frozen in the same delicate ‘O’ from when he’d sucked the last of the B&K Boys just before being installed in his box and taken to the despatch bay.


“Yes, we followed your wishes,” continued Maya.  “He can still hear and see perfectly.   He can hear every word we’re saying now, and can move his eyes and flutter his eyelashes to communicate.   Our therapists and technicians have given him basic ‘speech’ training but his vocabulary is still quite limited.  You’ll need to learn them too if you’re going to understand him.   He currently knows:  ‘Yes’, ‘No’, ‘Please’, ‘Thirsty’, ‘Hungry’, ‘Poo’, ‘Piss’, ‘Bottom’, ‘Mouth’, ‘Plug, ‘Cock’, ‘More’, ‘Less’, ‘In’, ‘Out’, ‘Slow’, ‘Fast’, ‘Deep’, ‘Hard’, ‘Vibrate’, ‘Thrust’, ‘Stop’ and ‘Thank you’.   So, for example, ‘More cock’ would be fluttering his eyelashes fast then opening his eyes wide.  More words and phrases are listed in the manual if you are happy to train him.  I do hope that you are satisfied Ms Elkins.”


“He’s perfect.  I could not be happier dear,” said Agnes. 


“That buzzing seems to be getting louder,” said Ethel.


Peter’s eyes bulged as his plug sprang ramped up its intensity.   He wanted to squirm but was restrained by his rigid shell.  He knew he was already beginning to  leak.  He closed his eyes tight for a second hoping Maya would notice his request to stop.


“That’ll be his plug, Madam.  I think you’ve put it on to thrust.  Let me just reset him,” said Maya taking the remote from Ethel and pressing the Off button.   “I’m sure you don’t want to exhaust him or his batteries too early.”

“No,” agreed Agnes, taking the remote from Maya. 


“Or make him too sore,” Maya added.   “It is a rather large plug and it’s only there to keep him comfortable, content and always ready.”   


“Quite.   What size did you go for?”

Maya checked the paperwork.  “The workshop report says six inches and two inches diameter.  They found the smaller sizes were too loose in him.   He’s clearly been taking quite a lot of cock.  Well sized ones too.” 


“The naughty boy!” exclaimed Agnes with a smile of delight.   She felt so proud of her grandson.   He was clearly the boy she’d always thought he’d be, and living his dream.  The B&K ‘improvements’ would only enhance his development.


“Do you want to take him out to road test him?   We can go through the features and procedures for feeding and toileting.   Then we just need to complete the paperwork,” said Maya,  “and your warranty.”


“I’m sure everything will be fine.   We can talk through the features.  I don’t want Ethel getting over-excited again,” said Agnes giving her friend a hard stare.   “I’m very satisfied with what Bergmans have done and am happy to sign.”

“Excellent,” said Maya, holding out a document and a pen to Agnes.


Agnes examined the document.   She paused before signing.  “But the invoice says zero.  No charge.  I’m quite happy to pay.”

“Well, as one of Bergman and Knightley’s oldest …”A person standing next to a doll

AI-generated content may be incorrect.


“Less of the old, dear, please,” interrupted Agnes.


Maya corrected herself: “As one of Bergman and Knightley’s most loyal customers, we thought you deserved this bonus, although there are some conditions we would like to attach.”

“What are they?”

“Given how he has turned out, we would like to use Peter over the summer as a display item in the store at weekends.   Would that be acceptable?”


“Certainly.”


“And given the issues you described when placing your order, I have consulted with our Newcastle store.  They are willing to accommodate him with their resident B&K Boys.   And he can have a weekend job in the store if you choose: that way you can stop his little escorting games and he can cover some of his accommodation costs.  Would that be acceptable?”


“Yes.”

“And if he graduates successfully and is well behaved, B&K will be happy to offer a pretty thing like him a permanent job.   On the shop floor at first of course, like all our trainees so that they understand the business,  then moving to the back office if he acquits himself well.  We wouldn’t want him to waste his degree.   But that’s only if he wants.   A lot of our B&K Boys are happy to stay on the shop floor, or be auctioned, or become part of our loan portfolio.”

“How perfect!” exclaimed Agnes, signing the document with a flourish.  “Are you happy with that Peter?”


Peter blinked twice.


“He says ‘Yes’,” said Maya.


“And will he get any cock?” asked Ethel.


“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be very well catered for.  Our B&K Boys may be feminised in looks, but many of them still have voracious appetites.    Between them, our B&K Girls and management in Newcastle, and our Platinum Card Customers, he should be kept more than happy while not neglecting his studies.”


“Are you happy with that Peter?” asked Agnes.


Peter blinked twice.  


“You promise to study this summer?”


Peter blinked twice again.


“Good.   Why don’t we go through and have some coffee while you take us through the features, Maya?   That’s if you have time.”

“Oh certainly,” agreed Maya.


“And please invite your delivery ladies to come in and join us.   I’m sure Ethel would like to get better acquainted with them.”

“Certainly.   I’ll just go and ask them to come in.”

Agnes and Ethel went into the lounge as Maya turned towards the front door.   Peter hoped that she would notice him as he narrowed his eyes, winked his left eye, and slowly fluttered his left eyelashes, before closing both eyes for a second.   


“You really are a naughty boy,” Maya  muttered.  “All that you cum you swallowed when you were in Packing must have whetted your appetite.  I’ll set you going when I’m in the lounge going through the manual and describing your all features to your Gran.   You are a lucky boy to have such a caring Grandma.  I’ll see you in eight  weeks when we pick you up for shipping to Newcastle before your resits.   We’ll leave it to the Newcastle gals to strip off your Perma-Gloss™ Shell, although I’m sure they and  their B&K Boys will want to have some fun first.   Please make sure you pass.   You’ll enjoy becoming part of the B&K Family.”


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Wednesday, 18 February 2026

Wednesday treats

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Hi Everyone

Happy Wednesday my Friends

Some of you have asked where you can send your favourite Christeen pics for Fridays. Well just email me at sweetandylatex@gmail.com and I'll post what I can.

Thank you XXX

Now here are a few treats to see you all over that midweek hump. 

XXX



First off, Happy Birthday Blog legend Amanda Holden, get this, she is 55, I mean that is insane ,she is amazing.




I am a great lover of winter sports having had lots of chance to ski when I lived in France,So watching the olympics has been fun,especially when in the hands of the adorable, 4 times olympian, Chemmy Alcott.


How do we move on from that, well we can always rely on Kitka to take us out of this world to where Mars Needs Sissies.




Loving those, Thanks Kit   XX



Now, following yesterdays delightful sight of  Sally Nugent

 (as mentioned by Kitka, see this ain't just thrown together)  

in a gorgeous brown leather skirt, complete with thigh high slit,


 something told me that I needed to take a wee peak through the shiny lens at a couple of recently released pics of my favourite Breakfast presenter and yep, I was right. 

There is a giddiness about Sally in the first one that makes her excited disbelief at wearing latex clear 





I think they are beautiful portraits of a fun lady


It would not be Wednesday without a a travelling Alone story,This time a work trip becomes something thrilling,with a simple invitation.
    

Tune in next week for the second part


Here is comes folks. 

The final part ( Only for now we hope) of Mistress LeatherBeths brilliantly imaginative story of Village life.

 This is superb and I thank Mistress Leather Beth for her time and talents.

Read On


More Fun In The Village

Chapter 5


Mayfield was famously partial to Polo mints, to the extent that Mr Choudhury made sure that he kept the village shop well stocked up at all times. However, Mayfield had overlooked to make a purchase during his earlier visit to the shop, and was strolling back in that direction to ensure that he didn’t run out. It then dawned on him that he hadn’t received any messages so far today.

At the moment that Mr Choudhury saw him approaching, and picked up a ten pack in readiness, he noticed Mayfield stop and withdraw his phone from his inside pocket. He then began tapping briskly. There it was. Settings, notifications. Somehow, the switch had toggled into the off position. Tap. A couple of seconds later the first ‘ting’ rang out, drawing his attention to a message from Alice on the Parish WhatsApp group. Prayers were solicited for Mayfield, and everyone was informed that she would be taking services until further notice. The coming Sunday’s scripture readings were listed. Alice was so efficient. Mayfield couldn’t help thinking that promotion to her own Parish would come quite soon. She hadn’t been to visit him yet, but the work she’d done was just as valuable. She’d be along in the next few hours.

Mr Choudhury stepped outside and wrapped Mayfield’s free hand around the Polos. He liked Mayfield. Everyone liked Mayfield, even the small number who’d expected him to condemn Andy - and they’d now seen the error of their ways. Mayfield tried to locate the pocket containing his small change with his third hand, but Mr Choudhury, with wave and head shake, made it clear that the Polos were on the house.

“The least I can do in your predicament,” he said.

Mayfield barely had time to express his thanks; he realised that messages and texts were accumulating. The next was from Bishop Karen who, in addition to her version of all the kind words that were pouring in, was advising him that he needn’t, for the time being, worry about the committee he was due to vice-chair.

Almost everyone in the village, attending or otherwise, was being very kind electronically. Mayfield was close to being overwhelmed.


Back at the Hall Jane and Siobhan were enjoying pre-lunch glasses of Pinot Grigio when Jane had a light bulb moment, and left the room. It only took her a couple of minutes to locate Martina and Jessica in the Kitchen. The snogging was quite heavy, but it Was merely snogging.

“Martina, dear,” she said, “it’s occurred to me that you should pop home as soon as possible and collect your bag, complete with all your ‘special’ items. The sooner we get you set up here at the Hall, the better.”

“I’d need a lift, Lady Jane,” said Martina, “as well as clearing matters with Derek.”

“Indeed. I’ll speak to Derek. But Siobhan and I have had, shall we say, a little wine tasting session here, so I don’t think that she or I are in a proper state, and Tori said something about she and Jessica popping back to Mayfield Court for their luggage. I’ll see if Kat can do us a favour.”

Jane reached for her phone. Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause.

“Hello.”

“Hello. Kat? It’s Jane. I was wondering if you could do us a favour.”

“If I can.”

“It’s Martin. I know that nothing happening in the village escapes you, so you’ll be aware that he’ll be staying with us for a few weeks, and we’ll be helping with his feminisation. We were looking for someone to take him home this afternoon to help pick up his bag, his make up, lingerie, etc.”

“I’m sorry, Jane, but I’ve just started my shift. But Jojo isn’t on duty. I’m sure she’d be happy to help.”

“Really?” said Jane. “I didn’t realise that Jojo could drive.”

“Oh, yes. She passed her test a couple of weeks ago.”

“Do give her my congratulations,” said Jane. “Anyway, it’s a twenty minute journey roughly, so if she can pick Martin up from here at the Hall in about a quarter of an hour, we should be fine.”

“No problem,” said Kat, and hung up.

At that moment Martin returned from clearing matters with Derek.

“Right,” Jane said, “Jojo will pick you up in a quarter of an hour.”

Martina nodded, and then rang his mother.

“How are you, dear,” she said as she answered the phone.

Martina explained about having to stay in the village for two or three weeks. She then paused before saying, “Mum, I’ll need my blue bag as well.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” said his mother.


Still wearing his work clothes, Martin was quite nervous as he approached the Nissan.

Jojo leaned across and unlocked the passenger door, and as it opened, Martin feasted on the site of Jojo’s pants, smooth, tight, glossy black leather (with a hint of camel toe?), together with her Juvia Drama Queen lipstick, Charlotte Tilbury chocolate bronze shadow and combat boots. 

“How are you doing, Martina?” asked Jojo.

“Erm, yes, thanks, yes,” said Martina. “Good.”

“Relax,” smiled Jojo, “we’re all girls together. By the way, how long have you been a femboi?”

”Me? Oh, er, I was fifteen when my mother caught me in her baby blue satin lingerie.”

“Her reaction?”

“It was weird. The word she used was delighted!”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” said Jojo, “it’s always lovely when Mummy is happy when her son wants to be her daughter. I was lucky in that way, too.”

“And your girlfriend? I hear she’s quite popular in the village.”

“Kat? O, yes. Everyone loves her. And she’s the best thing that could have happened to me. And the feeling’s mutual. How about you?”

“Me? Oh, well, in the last few hours I seem to have acquired Jessica, and she’s acquired a need for my cock.”

“Really? Do fill me in.”

And with that, Jojo and Martina settled into a fem-boi-girl chat as they proceeded on their way to pick up Martin’s luggage and Martina’s equipment.


As the Nissan was leaving for Martin’s house, Tori was speaking to Jessica.

“Jessica, dear, if we’re going to stay here for several days, helping to care for my brother, we’re going to need to expand our wardrobe, etc. I’ve phoned Mrs Tucker and let her know what we’ll need. She’ll pack for us and have it ready, so the round trip to Mayfield Court will only take a little more than a couple of hours. It’ll be OK. I’ve not had a drink, and in Martina’s absence it’s not as though you’ll have a ‘playmate’ until she’s back. You’ll need to stay here as I’ll be strapping luggage behind me. So here,” she said, handing over a box to Jessica, “you can have a session of dildo fun.” 

With that, some ten minutes later, the Royal Enfield was heading north at a good lick.


All this time, Andy and Will had been indulging in a little afternoon delight. Will asked Andy, “have you had any ideas of how to help Martina?”

“Nothing specific,” said Andy. “I was hoping that Kerry might have one of two ideas. She’s still at the Grange, so we could get her to come round when she’s finished her meeting with George Cooper.”

“Good thinking, said Andy. I’ll ring her.”

“Tap. Tap. Tap, Click.”

“Thith ith the Grange. May I be of athithtanth?”

“Belinda? It’s Andy. Is Kerry still with you? We’d rather like a chat with her.”

“Ah, good afternoon, Mitth Andy. I’ll path on a methage. We’ll be finithing our dithcouthionth in a few minuteth. The thaid the would be returning to the Hall thith afternoon, tho the thould be with you in a half hour or tho.”

“Thank you very much, Belinda,” said Andy, “and give our regards to Lady Magdalena.”

“You’re motht welcome, Mith.”

 

Siobhan ended the call, and began thinking. Misty (Nurse Emma Carter)’s call had been quite emotional. Misty desperately wanted to continue to be a ponygirl. Her enthusiasm for ponyplay was borderline extreme. Siobhan’s explanation that the stables’ landlord was a close crony of Clive Horrabin, and would be unwilling to give Siobhan, or any woman, access to the Stables premises, or the slightest possibility to take over, simply didn’t register with Misty. Siobhan was at a loss.


The Nissan pulled up outside Martina’s house. As Martina was getting out, Jojo was surprised to be invited inside.

“Mum!”

A blonde Milf in a classy a-line burgundy leather skirt descended the stairs.

“Martina, dear,” she said.

Martina turned to Jojo. “This is my Mum, Laura. Mum, this is Jojo. She lives in the village where I’ll be staying for work for the next two or three weeks.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Jojo. And we’re very grateful to you and everyone else who’s helping Martina to achieve her ambition.”

“Our pleasure,” said Jojo.

Martina picked up a small suitcase and a large holdall from behind the front door and, after a hug from his Mother, she and Jojo returned to the Nissan, and they set off back. It had been a long day, and it was past meal time.

A couple of minutes later he received another text, this one from Tori. Apparently the regular odd job man, who dealt with maintenance at Mayfield Court, had handed in his notice, and Mrs Tucker (apparently Tori’s Housekeeper) was enquiring about advertising the vacancy. Tori had wondered whether Martina might be interested, and had pointed out that it might regularly involve working alongside Jessica. ‘What should I do?’, wondered Martina.

A couple of minutes later, Martin received a text from Derek. Apparently the dehumidifiers had been delivered to the vicarage. Derek’s message proceeded to give Martin the necessary instructions. These seemed quite straightforward, and Martin looked forward to plenty of time as Martina, and fun with Jessica.


“Auntie,” said Andy, “can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Andy dear,” she replied. “What is it about?”

“It’s to do with Mayfield,” said Andy.

“What about Mayfield?”

“Are you and he ever going to get together? It’s quite obvious that he’s besotted, and we all know how fond you are of him.”

“Andy! That’s rather personal!”

“Have a word with Kat, then. Several weeks ago, she spoke to Mayfield on the same subject.”

“Really?”

“Yes. So, what are you going do? Anything?”

“Andy. This isn’t like you.”

A sheepish Andy replied, “It just seems such a waste, for both of you.”

Jane stood up and strode around the room for a couple of minutes before saying, “Andy, you have to understand. Mayfield is such a quiet, private, shy individual. For me to go steaming in would be the worst possible course of action.”

“So that means never?” asked Andy.

“Never say never,” said Jane.


So there, for the time being, we are.

Will Chloë return to her job at HotHouse, or become a full time dungeon resident?

What ideas, if any, will Andy and Kerry come up with for Martina? 

Will Siobhan find a way around the problem of ponygirl misogyny?

Does Martina take the job?

How will the vicarage repairs come along?


And the number one question. What happens with Jane and Mayfield?


Maybe some (all?) of these questions will be answered sooner rather than later...............


To be continued WE HOPE


XXX

Andy