Not then. She brought me alongslowly, spending six weeks getting me used to having her fuck me. Getting meto depend on her. Turning me into her fuck...slut.Her practice was growing and one afternoon she told me she was moving intoan office of her own. She asked me to come with her, with a 50% raise. Iwould have gone without the raise. When we moved things continued as beforeexcept that we had more freedom to fool around. She began to exert morecontrol, starting with the way I dressed. She. If I took my eyes off the soldiers to get involved in doing some research about their plan, there'd be a risk of my missing the start of anything - damned random numbers! I'd just have to be careful not to get too focused on my research. I'd check the soldiers frequently, because it was pretty obvious that they'd all advance quietly to the wall before starting anything.I could think of four places where I might be able to get hold of some useful information: The CIA boss's satchel, from one of. As soon as it started to get dark, I left the bar. I had my mind set on returning to that window. Tonight, I wanted to see the whole show.As soon as the sun set I returned to where I had been the night before. Once it was dark I felt I was fairly inconspicuous. I almost didn’t care as I didn’t want to miss this for anything. That is, if she was there again tonight.Once I made myself comfortable and looked through the window, I was not disappointed. There she was, this dark haired beauty,. Outfits that were just the right amount of conservative and sexy. A word like conservative had no meaning to Elodie, yet she couldn’t help but doubt her choice of attire. Alone, she frantically questioned herself.“Should I have worn this white sleeveless mesh top with a deep V-neck that goes down to my belly button? Should I have worn the matching skin-tight mini skirt that barely covers my ass? Should I have worn this thin, white and green zig-zag teeny bikini top that barely covers my.