“You know you are,” I said. “Don’t fish for compliments.”“I do not know I am,” she said. “I know some other girls who are pretty, but ...obody tells me I’m pretty.”“Yes,” I said, not wanting to have this argument. “You’re pretty. You’re better than pretty. You’re gorgeous.”“Really?”“Last week didn’t convince you?” I asked. “Remember how I perved out?”“Are you perving out now?” she asked.This was weird. It wasn’t just that she’d gotten naked in front of me. I mean that was weird, yes, but all this. “Here are our passports: I am Thomas Arthur and you are Joan Plummer. It’s better to travel incognito and so, tonight, your task is to absorb your new identity. It must be second nature to you. If someone calls for Joan Plummer, that’s you and you respond. If they ask for Rachael Kernow, you have never head of her. Do you understand me, Joan?”“Joan?”“Joan!”“Oh ... I see ... yes. I am sorry. Yes, Mr Arthur. I understand.”“You were a script writer in another life. Use your imagination. Think. " I heard as the doors closed on her.I surveyed the table for a moment then took a seat. The meal was filling and finished quickly. I gathered the dishes together and brought them into the kitchen. Examining the kitchen, I found it to be quite complete and I felt I could probably deal with cooking my own food here quite well. I finally decided that I would have groceries brought here and I would cook my own meals. Using the phone I called down to the front desk and made the request. I provided. What the heck are you on, you are here to meet my needs not this little slut’s!” Bobby felt awfully exposed, standing naked, a huge erection and pussy honey spread over his face. “OK now ma’am, you stated I had to come here and be given a task to perform, and I am doing just that”. The blonde’s mouth was a thin, mean line across her otherwise beautiful face… she eyed him from head to toe and back, pausing only to focus on his cock on both scans. Her lips returned to the full, soft ones he.