Do you dress when you fly? You certainly are passable. Ialso like how you get double duty out of your skirt suit jackets,wearing them over your sleeve...ess dresses. You are quite theprofessional businesswoman. Wearing hosiery all the time, with highheels."I was like a deer in headlights - frozen. She had found my wardrobe andmy pictures. There were pictures of me, as Emma, in dresses in citiesall over Europe. I would always plan my work so that I could finish inthe mid-afternoon, so I could get. All the while we continued to pass cars and they passed us. None really noticing what was going on my truck, but in my blindfolded submissive’s mind, every passing vehicle was witness to her wanton lust. I allowed her to calm as we continued on towards our destination. We continued to drive along the coast, lil one still naked and restrained. We started to enter the lowlands and I opened the sunroof in my truck and allowed the warm and salty air into the cab. As we approached the secluded side. Half way through the 3 hours I want you to call Hubby Boy and explain what is being done to you and that you love him (I do hope you are being fucked at the time of the call). Don’t forget to get pictures. This maybe a bit harsh on you but it will teach you to obey and so avoid punishment, I look forward to seeing the results.’ A bit harsh I thought, god what am I getting myself into. I don’t think Dan would allow it to go this far, even though the more I thought about it the wetter I was. But still, I felt as if I was in the Sanctum Santorum — the Holy of Holies. I had never been this close to the King’s private chambers at Versaille, and this one time in Fountainbleau would never be repeated.It was a private chamber that we arrived at; a comfortable, small sitting room, the easier to heat. And there on a chair that wasn’t quite a throne but which was more regal and grand than any others in the room, sat Louis Quatorze, Le Roi Soleil; Louis XIV, The Sun King.I immediately bowed.