I am fumbling with my buttons, but I am not fast enough. She tears my tunic open. I will have to resew two buttons before I put it in the laundry. She...drops my face to her bare foot and I begin to kiss and lick it as she strips my uniform tunic from me. Undoing my bra, she wraps it around my neck like a leash and pulls me into a kneeling position. She takes my beret off my head, and places it on her own.“This is the uniform of a proud woman. Who does it belong to, a slave slut like you?” she. "I was led to a bedroom down the hall from their master (or should I sayMistress) suite. I first noticed the sliding pocket door as Miss Lorihad to pull 2 pins out of the wall to slide it open. I thought that typeof door was mostly used for closets not entryways. Anyway, inside I sawa nice twin size poster bed occupied most of the space.The furnishings could only be described as fitting for an 8 yr old girl.A vanity and bench with my little pony designs and a matching bureaucomplimented the. "But all I really want to do is cast a spell on you." A spell?" Eric let out a short, derisive laugh. "You're giving medouble the money, and you just want to cast a spell? Like, some sort ofWiccan ritual or something, right?" I mean I want to use magic on you, Eric," Stacy clarified, with a kindsmile. "I promise that what I want to do is only temporary. I'll be ableto revert it easily once I'm home. And I would feel a lot better aboutthis trip my boss is sending me on if I knew you had no. He told me to lay on the table face down and he pulled a curtain across the doorway.He came back to the table and pulled at my towel, asking me to remove it, which he hung up behind him, he then doused me down with warm water from the bucket and started to rub the bar of soap all along my back and legs and he then began massaging me in long strokes. He chatted to me, asking me if I was a tourist and I told him I was based here with the UN. He then started to focus his massage on specific body.