When I swung back behind the wheel, I appraised the rest of her outfit more closely. She had on a tank top, which might have fit her when she was sixt...en. As it was, her C-cups were spilling out of the sides and her nipples were signaling that they were very glad to see me. Her khaki shorts were loose in the leg and her left knee was up on the seat pointing towards me. ‘I wanted to make sure and save every ounce of weight so I wouldn’t get too tired.’ She worked out four times a week so I knew. "It's simple - he is a damned pervert who just wants to use us for sex! He has our asses over a barrel and intends to blackmail us for sex for god only knows how long!" Amy said venomously. "What are we going to do, Amy? He can't do this...he just can't!" "We don't have a lot of choice right now. But I sure as hell don't plan on being his whore forever, that's for damn sure!" Amy said. Lisa quietly went back to her desk to finish the rest of the day and await what would happen next. That. Cherry blushed at the thought and couldn't believe what she had done but nodded when I explained how safe she had just made her job. Brian had seen what lay beneath Cherry's shirt now and I told her she would be the last person he would lay off. I managed to convince her to leave her top three buttons undone so that it wouldn't be too obvious that she had been flashing deliberately. She told me she needed to get back to work and that we could chat again that afternoon so I signed out and left. She wondered where he was from. His French was accepted by the locals, an accomplishment she knew was not something a foreigner could generally do. He seemed perfectly at home here, but something about him made her think he was not a native. He had gone native but France was not where he was born, she was fairly certain. ‘And here we are, Rue de Cerisoles, as promised. Your shop should be on the other side of the street. I will be in that cafe,’ he pointed to one a little farther down on the.