And she did. She started telling me about how she was in an unemotional relationship. I still waited. Most of the times I took the side of her husband... Our online chats moved to telephone conversations. She would call me late nights and we would talk. Slowly we were falling for each other. Still we never talked about sex.Weeks and weeks passed. We started to exchange pictures every once in a while. Nothing sexy. Just normal photos. And I started to want her really bad. One night we were talking. "Yeah a bit," she admitted."Where?" I asked somewhat intrigued."Oh a modelled a bit when I was at college," she said off hand, "just to help with my fees." Oh," I responded, I was even more intrigued now and wanted to know more but she seemed reluctant to offer any more information.I didn't push her then but I had these visions in my mind of her posing for some degenerate photographer and doing disgusting things for him. In truth I had no idea what models got up to when they pose but my cock. We had agreed to meet to talk, but the possibility existed that the meeting would end with us in bed. I had never just met someone in the middle of the night with the intention of having sex. The idea did intrigue me, since from our first online conversation the topic had been sex and kinky sex at that.I drove to the address she gave me and found the house with ease. I walked up to the front door and gently knocked. No answer, a sudden pang of fear came over me as I thought I might be at the. "Go back to the others, I'll take it from here." Shelby said as the young female nodded then ascended out of sight. "Lucie? It's me Shelby. The others have stopped the attacks on you. You can come out."The image of a terrified Lucie could only stare at Shelby seeming to recognize her though not quite. "Do I know you?" Lucie asked in a low voice seemingly afraid she was going to be attacked again.Shelby nodded making no move toward Lucie. "I am called Shelby. I am the mother ship of the EIGs.".