She also knew when I tried to bullshit her. Only the truth would do. ‘You know about a BBC programme on Sunday morning called ‘Sunday Love Songs�...?’ I asked her. She did, though she did not listen to it. Very wise, I thought. I then told her the whole sorry tale, ending by showing her the letter. Yes, I was still carrying it round with me! Inside pocket, against my heart of all things! ‘Always thought you were special,’ she said abstractedly, then shook herself, ‘OK!’ ‘OK?’ I puzzled. ‘Catalogue. He proceeded to rummage his face in her chest as if he was a hungry wolf."You like that shit, huh girl? You like that motorboat shit? Gimme those big titties girl!" Jason said, gasping for air.Jessica was shocked, but so turned on. She just froze for a while. As he continued, she could feel herself leaning into him. This was not just a one way thing.Jason sensed her getting involved and took his cue to start reaching for her tits. He could feel the wire of her bra and didn't know what to do. He. He promoted her and put her in charge of his social events. As part of this she would from time to time entertain important clients and other men at Mr. Darriens direction. "Is this what you brought me here to do?" Barb blurted out. "No" answered Ann. "I was just letting you know a little about myself. Let get changed and go down by the pool for lunch." With that Ann got up and went into one of the bathrooms. She returned with two matching bikinis. One in silver and one in gold. Holding them. The last year had turned into a ride through her sexual (some would say perverted) fantasies.In the time that had passed from the first four months that she had lived with him, she had again shown to be too weak to prevent an orgasm without first getting permission and after a few sessions at the tattoo parlor now had a visible reminder of her disobedience. The tattoo was made up of two Ivy vines, which start wrapped around the second and fourth toes of her right foot and go around her whole.