The meal of fantastic. All too soon the real desert arrived and quicklythe Maitre D' had secured us a taxi for the short trip to our apartments.At Rue...Jacob our pumpkin opened it's door and we walked arm in arm acrossthe courtyard. We came to my door first. I unlocked the door and turned to Claudette butdid not kiss her. I took her hand and guided her into my apartment, noteven stopping for a night cap I took her directly to my boudoir.We undressed each other slowly. Stopping only at our bra. Next were the boots, six inch patent leather black stilettos which laced up to mid thigh length. These were the thing of his dirtiest wet dreams. Nothing turned Eric on more than the idea of being fucked senseless by a well hung man with his legs spread wide, helpless in high heeled black boots. Next was a pair of hand cuffs. The Master really did know how to turn him on. Finally there were was a lacy black blindfold, within which was folded a note. The note read:"I will arrive at your. Only later was it lengthened, as you shall learn. Chuck saw this extraordinarily marvelous swirling of contrasting females, yet a set, a salt and pepper pair. Their piece was a symbiotic vortex of ying and yearning, a twirling of yang and young women. Twisting, swaying, they mirrored then counter-moved, they floated and flowed, whirling around one another while they themselves spun; they were blossoming flowers and falling leaves and willows in the wind. They were wonderful.And there the story. “Miss Paige, I remind you that you are still under oath to tell the truth, whole truth, and nothing but the truth to this court.”“Yes, sir.” She said as she sat in the witness chair beside the judge.Brad James was gentle with her, “Miss Paige, yesterday you stated that you kept a diary. Would you describe that document?” He gestured to two notebooks on the prosecutor’s table.“OBJECTION. The prosecutor is introducing into evidence material that the defense did not know about and has not had an.