" Erik, I meant what I said. Do whatever, spend whatever, promise or paywhatever it takes. Nothing means more to me right now." Hal, you know I will."...--Governor's Residence, Boston, Commonwealth of Massachusetts, 0610 hoursEST, Wednesday, December 19, 2001."Governor Wells? I'm sorry to wake you but Erik Moore is calling onbehalf of Hal Stevens and claims it's an emergency, can you take thecall?"Jane Wells, rolled over and sat up in bed. "Hi Erik, what is sopressing?" She said groggily."I'm. I leaned back in my chair to get my breath back and made a note to myself that wearing jeans was a bad idea. There was a distinct wet patch down there.I disappeared to the ladies' room and, in the cubicle, dropped my jeans. My panties were soaked through, the small amount of pubic hair I keep was matted and wet and my lips were flapping wide open and dripping. I was feeling so sensitive that even a drying dab of toilet paper made me flinch.I put the vibe back in place with some spare dry. The poor nervous fellow was, of course, still attached by collar and leash to the bed. Martine would hold her shivering husband in her arms and comfort him with soothing coos and soft sounds of endearment. Then in a very detailed manner Martine would begin her “story”. This was the part of the “training” that Apolline (Jean’s original Mistress) had referred to as “story time” and it was one of Jean’s favorite parts of the ritual and essential to successful humiliation and total submission. Her. I said ok and cut the cal, and just conveyed this to dhanya and I asked her to spare little more time with me. She was also quite happy to spend time with me and we came back to our seat. Then she said, ” saran, you wait here, I will come soon, let me go and check my baby ,he’s sleeping there.” I said ok and waited there.After half an hour I just stepped to her flat as she didn’t came back to my flat. I thought to surprise her , so went inside without knocking the door. It was around 6:15 pm..