She looked like one of those glamour models. She gave me a shy smile when I whistled at her.Abby said, "I can't believe I'm actually wearing this."I s...id, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen."Abby was wearing a red dress that barely covered her privates. Her large breasts stretched the top to its limits. The dress was low cut with a full one third of her breasts exposed.I continued, "I hope those shoulder straps are industrial strength."Abby giggled and said, "I hope so too."I continued. Subject: IMPORTANT. Next instruction.I opened the email with my sense of nervous enjoyment.You seem to be good at this. Now make your way to the Day&Night Hotel inWestvillage, Go to Room 267. Take a photo of the room door and send itvia text. This has to be done by 8.00pm. You know what happens if youfail to complete the instruction.I looked at the time on my phone. My phone told me it was 19:22. I hadto hurry as Westvillage was a bit of a longer walk. Westvillage was alsothe more cosmopolitan. Over time, she came to know two very different sides of Ian. One Ian was gentle, bragging of the day’s successes, complimenting her beauty and fashionable style. After dinner, they retired to the great room, shedding clothes during extended foreplay and consummating mutually satisfying orgasms. Afterward, Ian would hook up her dog collar silver leash and lead her to bed, fastening the chain to the bedpost, symbolically reaffirming his hegemony over her status. Sleeping naked, warm and content,. He had her do a single sit up, a single push up, a single chin up, a single toe-touch, a single squat, and a single jumping-jack. He had her jog in place for fifteen seconds. Taken together, they didn't seem like that much work. By the end of the exercise program, she hadn't even broken into a sweat.She wasn't the only one who had exercised that evening. Susan had performed a hundred repetitions of every exercise that Denise had performed. Susan had gone through the exercises without a problem..