That’s why Chesney had avoided sending his top feature writer on this assignment. He wanted to avoid exposing her to Toscano’s evil temptations, s... he tried two freelancers with the task first. Neither of them had offered any expertise in writing about architecture. One was an iconoclastic paparazzo hired through an agency specialising in puritanical show biz gossip, while the other was a timid young woman from Salt Lake City, whose experience ran more to columns about kitchen table arts and. Expecting all sorts of nasty deviousness from me, the Marshalls kept me sedated for a few days until I was safely ensconced in the safest, deepest and most secure rat hole they could find to put me into. The place oozed an atmosphere of 'abandon all hope ye who enter', but I wasn't too concerned. I'd lost communication with my master computer via my implant, but I'd already given what orders I needed to. I caught up on my sleep and gave my abused back some well needed rest for a few days until. Yvette showed me a stunningly looking beautiful black leather backless dress that tied up behind the neck. Yvette asked me if I'd like to try it on. I said yes and asked her how much. Yvette smiled at me and said nine hundred dollars but would sell it to me for eight hundred and fifty. I looked around for somewhere to try the dress on. Yvette said just change here and smiled at me. I smiled back and changed, Yvette looked at me and smiled as she saw my full figure. I caught Yvette licking her. “Quite obviously!”“And wouldn’t you like to put that someplace warm and wet?”“A hot tub?” I teased.She swatted my butt, hard, and growled, “You know what I meant!”“Let me talk to Kara, OK?”“Already covered,” Amanda laughed.“And she said?”“That it’s not up to her and Doctor Jessica. She said I had to ask you. And I’m asking.”She ground against my rock-hard erection, which was straining against my khakis. The song ended and I released one of my arms, and we walked to the liquor cabinet.