Dressed in a skimpy little bikini.As you can imagine, I was a bit taken aback.I asked her why she had changed into it."He paused, for dramatic effect....And what did she say?" the psychiatrist asked, to spur him on."She just said: 'Why, would you prefer if I changed back?'.I think it was then that I knew that she was the one for me."Mark paused for a few seconds, basking in the memory of his relationship with the woman.Then he added: "Tell you what, I still have those photos if you want to. Only Martin knew his modus operandi. Jean-Claude would arrive at 2:00 and would visit with Chantal for an hour. He would then head down to the cafeteria and chat up staff workers. He’d fucked a few in his car but most of the time, he chose to use the janitor’s closet beneath the stairs. He always sent them away with hush money and returned to Chantal’s side the next day, none the wiser. What tore Martin’s heart apart was that now, instead of whispering his name before she came, she would. I studied my blonde sex slave. The first girl I'd ever fucked. Just yesterday she despised me; now she wanted to risk her life to spend as much time with me as possible. I could see it in her eyes. The fear that when this was all over, she wouldn't be my sex slave any longer. She wanted to enjoy it for as long as she could.“Okay. Aurora's coming, too. But that's it.”“We're going to need a vehicle,” Sam said. “I don't want to walk all the way to Handford.”I groaned. I hadn't considered that.. The smile was the only thing she was wearing. Well, that and heels he noted belatedly. All thoughts of dinner and new toys fled from his beleaguered brain as he drank in the sight.She leaned against the lounge door frame, her back to him, looking over her shoulder. Her smooth legs were slightly spread, the calves pushed into a tight, sensuous curve by the red, shiny slut-heels. Her bum was pushed out suggestively, her pussy just visible between her shapely cheeks. Her tits mashed against the.