We play in the water together, kissing & cuddling before once again heading back to the rug. I look into her eyes and say “I had no idea you was a ...oman, I had fallen for you before you revealed yourself and I was falling in love. I still feel the same way and I want to continue this relationship. I love my husband, but I need your love making and tenderness.” “I knew we were meant to be from the moment I took the first photograph,” she replies. We start to kiss again and fuck once more. We. " So, our only real option was Europe," I sigh. "We're going to the Southof France, maybe as far as Genoa... Stuart's always wanted to go to MonteCarlo." Making it all the more annoying that we're not going this month,"Stuart chuckles."That still sounds lovely," Stuart's mother says. "You'll see thesights, get a nice tan..." It IS nice," Krystie says. "Pun intended- my, umm, my businesspartner's from Nice, she's invited me down to stay at her parents' housea couple of times..." It'll be the. It was one of the sound proofed rooms of the brothel, made for conducting business. There were some books and documents on the shelves, and a big dark desk in the middle. Apart from a computer, which one would expect in such a office, the desk was filled with different implements of rape and torture. Most of them were used on her body at least once during her short, but eventful stay. Whips, cuffs, hand-held dildos, electric tasers, nipple clamps, needles. Everything was laid there.Behind the. She was the type of girl I wished I could be. She was outgoing and openly friendly. Where I was very shy and reserved, she wasn’t. She dressed provocatively. She often wore spandex, it was the 80’s and she had that “Bananarama” look. Her hair was long and she wore it high, it was the style after all. She wore lots of make-up and her clothes were tight. Basically she looked like a girl you may find working the streets of New York or one that was in an 80’s rock video. It was the style and.