I wore just my chinos and a casual shirt, Marina in her jeans, a blue leather biker-style jacket I’d bought for her a few years previously and a pla...n white blouse.It takes us about 20 minutes to reach the motorway and we jut chatted about this and that. Once on the motorway Marina finally said how much she was looking forward to the spa. She took off her jacket and tucker her blouse into her jeans, stretching the fabric of the blouse taut over her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra! Marina NEVER. This should haveshocked me more than it did, but I still felt unusually relaxed about itall. It seemed right to my muddled head.I needed to get dressed and, as my clothes weren't laying aroundanywhere, I presumed that they had been hung up in the wardrobe. I openedthe doors and it was almost empty, just a short, pale cream, linen skirtwith a wide leather belt and a girls crop-top t-shirt with lace aroundthe neck and sleeves. I looked around the room again, but all I turned upwere some panties. Come over here, you stupid little cow, John sneered. Suzi walked toward him, dazed and puzzled. I really do love your work, he said, reaching up to stroke her face. He held up a pocket knife, let it glisten in the light, then lowered it against my wifes belly. Much too good to have been written by an ass whore like you, he said. With his left hand, he pulled at her skirt, then sliced into the fabric with the knife. She stood, trembling and sniffling as he sliced her clothes into thin ribbons,. Marta help me to installed my own alternate reactions that were hard to distinguish, but he read them easily. I was by far the most successful liar he ever met; he could not tell when I was telling a lie, but he knew I was far from normal. He wanted more of my time, so we made a trade. Marta and I stayed with him for 6 months while he taught me what he could and learned what he could from me. During this period he studied me intently, like me he needed only four hours of sleep a night. I held.