John was a sophisticated, cultured, handsome man. She adored him and knew how to reel him in. Raquel and her friend had plans on attending this busin...ss function for Raquel’s boss. He wanted them to mingle and maybe make connections for his law firm. They decided to dress for sex. Maybe meet someone new. She was a young twenty-six compared to his thirty-seven years. He had been in a live- in relationship for eight years that broke up in a horrible mess. He decided that he was going to play. Chris's desk blocked part of the view, her chair on the far side so she faced into the room, her back to the window, the light catching the gloss of her hair, the white walls prevented her face being in shadow. What looked like kitchen cabinets filled the right side of the room, the cupboards mostly labelled with their contents, the worktop scattered with stock, except the closest part, a small inset sink separated the debris from the kettle and a real, working, filled and ready to go coffee. Her nipples were a menagerie of different colors, ranging from red to black and blue. Her breasts also had a pattern of how the clips were placed them.She softly rubbed upon her abused breasts with her fingers so chilled and motherly. She felt ugly on the inside and out. She smiled for those pictures. Oh God. Moving the tie that lingered invbetween her breast canyons, she gave a final look to the devastation they wrought upon her precious body. Turning around, her long wool skirt, stretching to. Stripping naked she exposed her 36C breasts and her tiny little butt, her black hair hid the swallow tattoo on her breast whilst her face was covered with wavy black hair making her deep green eyes even more powerful. Stepping into the shower the feeling of the water hitting her body made her jump back but soon she was in ecstasy, it made today's shift seem like a long time ago. Meanwhile outside her apartment the night was growing colder, nobody thought anything about the man walking around.