She would walk over for lunch at a nearby restaurant. We would spend an hour or so talking and a little flirting. Then one day when I had her working ...or a weekend we decided that perhaps we could make this last longer. I was very reluctant to start another relationship but decided to give it a try and see where it would go. I figured it was better than not having anyone to share time with. One day at lunch she told me she would stop by where I worked after she got off for the day. She stopped. It was cut low enough to look sexy but not so low it was trashy. The train had been short enough to handle on her own while walking. "So much for the rest of my 'wedding night'," she sighed while nodding to a corner table where Clint had his head down, questionably conscious. "Ha. Looks that way," I offered trying laugh it off. "Come swing by my room later, I'll hook you up," I grinned to her trying add levity. "Look, I gotta jet and get some sleep. Enjoy Mexico. And I could be totally wrong. I could have stepped in, but I really wanted to see which side won.“ ... nope,” she finally said. There’d been a risk of her waking up, but I wasn’t worried—I hadn’t started a hypothetical. Her memories were safe.“Why don’t you want me to fuck you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.“You don’t love me.”“Do you love me?”“No way.”I know it shouldn’t have—I was literally using her as a play-thing and lab rat—but yeah, that stung a little.“Why does it matter if I love you?’“You should only fuck. You must be punished in amoment or two. You will only ever be punished for being naughty." Sheheld up a pair of panties, full cut and rather long, with dark coffeedecoration adding sedate prettiness to the front of each leg. "I willencourage you to do as you are told by rewarding good behaviour andpunishing resistance. You will soon see what is in your best interests."She stooped to his feet with her panties, let him step into them, anddrew them up his stockings. His penis was almost erect, but.