“All of France is hunting for the actress Marie-Claude in the Alpes-Maritimes. And you tell me that you are she”? She reached into her coat again ...nd produced a passport and other documents.“Only you know I am here in this country. I am quite at your mercy” she said as he looked through them.“Are you mad”?“When I came here to be hurt until I scream and swoon, and for your people to make use of me how they will, you do not ask me if I am mad” Marie-Claude replied. She flicked wet hair out of her. Still... come what may, as she watched the man compose himself, shesmiled and concluded that a good bit of progress had been made - in atleast as far as he was willing to detail these... episodic delusions andother schisms, she mused. Rising, she returned to her desk to pen him infor his next session and shook his hand before he left - Claudiaremarking inwardly that he cut a fine figure, if it wasn't for thisproblem, with his good build, crop of blonde hair and green eyes.Or was it blue.Wasn't. My body ached and burned. Desire was pulsating through me. The anticipation was immense. Was he going to fuck me like the whore I so wanted to be? He stroked my cum covered hair and cupped my chin, “that was amazing” he said. Then, I looked at his cock. It had gone soft!!! Some post-cum and saliva dripped from it. “Better get you a towel” he said before leaving the room. I sat kneeling on the floor, face covered in cum, trying not to cry. He was done. I had relieved him, but it didn’t matter. He hated what that did to his vehicle’s underside. His eyes caught sight of a small red car, stopped at a light to let him go through, and for a second he thought it might be Tanya. But the thought passed as quickly as the fleeting glimpse of the car. Tanya was gone, most likely dead. No chance that she would be here. Not after eight years. Tanya had been William’s fiancé, a glowing chestnut girl with a soft laugh and a will of steel. She and William had met some ten years ago, both lost on a.