She entered the big bathroom without any pause. The room seemed so empty with just the two of us there. Patrice turned around to face me, a sexy smile...on her face, and pulled her shirt over her head. I stared at her perfect breasts as they bounced into view. She continued to smile as she watched me watching her. She laid her shirt on a bench and kicked her shoes off. She took off her socks and put them on her shirt, arranging each one carefully. I just stood there watching. I was enjoying. The top two buttons were undone and the other two were fastened. It was lined in fleece, not unlike my parka. She had a Levi blue shirt under the coat. Her jeans were well broken in and were so tight they probably held her shape when she took them off. It was a very nice shape. A pair of brown, sharp toed boots rounded it all out."Do you like what you see?" she said as I finished and looked back up at her."Yes, Ma'am." Good. I'm sick of trying to get you to look at me."I had not been aware of. ‘Very well. If the nudity is an embarrassment, then I will strip naked as well. Then we will be equals. In fact, I will lead the way.’ With one of her trademark shocked grins, she turned her back and said, ‘My buttons, if you please.’As the Dutchwoman still hesitated, she looked over her shoulder and spoke again, her voice back to its dominating timbre. ‘Elena, are you serious about redemption or not? Come on!’I could see how she was smoothly switching between sympathy and judgement, and the. .It was time to get things moving. “What’s your name?”, the senior of the guards demanded suddenly, watching with satisfaction as the woman jumped with fear.“Tanja”, the woman whispered as she choked back her tears. “I shouldn’t be here,” she thought, “this can’t be happening”.“And do you know why you’re here, Tanja?” he asked as he stepped toward her and gently ran his index finger across her cheek? “Do you know what we want from you?”She knew, of course she knew. The stories of women getting.