“Ma’am, I’m not following. If you don’t want to file a complaint, what is it that I can do for you?”“I want you,” she paused, “to sati...fy your customer.” She stared at him contemplating his reaction. “I want you to please me.” If there was any doubt for him in what she was referring to, it melted away when she took off her coat revealing the blouse and pleated skirt below.“Miss..” he tried to interject, but she ignored him as she continued by placing the toe of one calf high boot on the chair,. How very confusing!Anne feels like He sometimes looks right through her, as if He can see her soul or read her hot mind.Anne acknowledges to herself she feels grateful for all hot sex so far, even taken against her will!Anne is amazed again by His short lecture as Professor of Sexuology interrupting her thought process.Anne hadn't heard before of the 'Stockholm Syndrome': hostages tend to fall in love with oppressors!Anne keeps thinking long about this. Could she really fall in love with this. Gail had taken the time to be gentle and caring to her to not only take but give back too. The first ladies pushed her down and ground there cunt in her face forcing her to get them off then shoved her away to please herself but Gail took care of her and her needs too. Hearing all this Carole related to it and told Pam her story and the real reason she was in NYC and about Mrs. H and how the woman has total control over her and she loves that. The two women looked into each others eyes and held. "I struggled to slip the panties on and keep the "napkin" in proper placepushed up into my ass crack. Next I pulled up the Capri pants and smoothedthem into place. Ann told me to freshen up my make-up since it got smearedservicing Tom earlier. While touching up my make up, I noticed in thereflection in the mirror that the feminine napkin was creating anoticeable bulge in my crotch area. Upon turning around and looking backover my shoulder, the outline of the napkin was very noticeable where.