He had me sit on the chair and he asked me really personal questions about sex. then he said he wanted me to do a photo shoot and he had me get on all...theses different porno graphic positions. as he took pics.were your face in the pics. Yeah. he had a backpack with makeup and a few skimpy out fits. he had me change a few times. when I was getting the outfits out I noted he had a jar of vasaline in there. I kind of knew what was coming. Later. after the photo shoot. He had me sit in the chair. Luckily I took that business studies course at school for the last two years so I could set up the computer spreadsheet programme to work properly and started to put the figures into the proper columns. That earned me a few brownie points and a lunchtime fuck.' She knew Lynda would wish to know all the juicy details.Jackie's thoughts jumped to Friday's entry, the last before she posted the letter.'At dinnertime I made a grave error when I voiced my opinion that Roland should do less time. When I finished, Ann again yelled downto me, "Time for your walk." Again I gently climbed back up the stairs,where Ann was waiting on me. She said that Tom was due home any minutenow, and she had several errands for us to run before we dressed for theevening at "The Club" as she referred to it. Ann added, "Since you have shown a real desire to retain that enema forover 4 hours, and not complain too much, I will allow you to relieveyourself and take a break for a couple of hours. And maybe you. Mister Brown was an advisor to the French crown having spent almost two decades in training the silver spoon young males of royalty the tricks of surviving a duel to the death with slender slivers of Toledo steel. I had never seen him with a firearm in his hand so I presume he could be added to the list of “silent” killers that were best used in clandestine operations.The final member of our secret expedition was Mister White. The name was a misnomer due to the fact that Mister White was as.