The older women pushed the cigarette to her lips, puffed out a large plume of smoke & pushed her hands into her handbag.
Barbara prided herself on being a Guildsman's wife, she wasn't one of the ordinary Woman Institute members, she dined at the top table due to Roberts power & influence,
The Guild needed the dark underworld to make sure that the establishment was always visible & essential, to the insiders, they all knew their was no difference.
Corruption, Nepotism were watchwords for this town, pigs at the trough but always in an established order as designed by the most senior brothers.
Barbara always looked like the mobsters trophy wife, she embraced the life, humble beginnings meant she grabbed what she could & accepted her role.
Without knocking & looking like she owed the place, she strode through Nicky & Marty's flat, it was no longer a worry if Nicky objected or not, the two Beta's were no longer in control of anything.
Barbara's Five-inch leopard print covered heels clacked loudly against the laminate flooring & brought Nicky out of her Kitchen with a startled look on her face.
The acrid Cannabis Oil Vape smoke filled the kitchen again and the older woman was so pleased to see the new mixture was doing the job that they had designed for the poor victim.
Nicola was dishevelled again & had still had on her bikini panties from this morning's vigorous masturbation session, her bruised sex was barely contained behind the thin cheap fabric, it itched constantly since her illness & she seemed to want to touch herself constantly.
As Nicky leant forward, she showed off her sheer vest top, it had become a firm favourite of hers in the last few days. The poor girls nipples were still bright and engorged, displaying proudly here obedience to the new hypnosis programming.
The look on her face showed how happy she was to see her new friend as the Two woman embraced and shared a quick kiss. Something in Nicky's mind no longer questioned her walking around half-naked in front of an older woman.
Barbara pulled herself a glass of wine and as she leaned against the breakfast bar, her left heel kicked the Anne Summers packages that were overflowing from the trash bin.
The lace suspender belt & new underwear sets also spilled out from her high street bags, it was clear that Nicky had embraced the programmes shopping suggestions, it was also very clear that her audience had loved the changes.
Babs tapped the cigarette onto the ashtray, "Feeling better then".