’ He sat next to her. ‘What do you think?’ Kris took a bite of the omelet then one from the crepes. ‘This is excellent. I didn’t know you co...ld cook like this. On the grill, yes but omelets and crepes?’ ‘Well three years with just Kelly and me, somebody had to cook. Besides Susan didn’t like to cook that much so I did quite a few meals for us. I got pretty good.’ ‘I should say so,’ she said taking another bite. She looked over at him and thought, ‘All that and he can cook too. How did she get. I could see most of her breasts where the top four buttons of her blouse were undone. There was no bra to block the view, and I saw her proud nipples standing at attention, trying to push through the rest of the blouse as she leaned forward, unzipping my pants.She undid the button above the now unzipped zipper and folded both flaps to the side. I must have forgotten to wear underpants because there I was, for her and all around to see, standing at attention, pointing at the ceiling. I heard all. In the mini-bar she found two small bottles of wine and we sat down on the sofa sipping it. I told her that she was beautiful, which she was indeed, and gave her a light kiss on her chin. Once again I got a surprise when she hugged me and gave me a real French kiss and thereafter asked me, "Are you a real man?" Nobody had ever told me any doubts about that, why do you ask?"She told me her name, Madeleine and a noble surname of a well-known aristocratic family, sobbed a while and thereafter. She hated Him for that! She is extremely horny in His studio. How very confusing!Anne feels like He sometimes looks right through her, as if He can see her soul or read her hot mind.Anne acknowledges to herself she feels grateful for all hot sex so far, even taken against her will!Anne is amazed again by His short lecture as Professor of Sexuology interrupting her thought process.Anne hadn't heard before of the 'Stockholm Syndrome': hostages tend to fall in love with oppressors!Anne keeps.