The itchy and scratchiness is still there but it isn’t as bad.“So, how are you feeling?” Kate asks again.“I feel like I was hit by a train or ...wo,” the blonde groans.“Damn near it,” Kate says with a kind smile. “You went over the cliff face. Luckily, your car got caught in some trees growing on the side.”“What happened?”Kate frowns. “Apparently something went wrong with your brakes. The investigation didn’t turn up much of anything. So it probably wasn’t one of my competitors.”“Where are. I've always loved the attention and used sex as a way of gaining power and control over men!Then I married RK. The passion and chemistry was undeniable in the beginning but slowly fizzled out as time passed. The sex began to dwindle, and became less frequent. I did everything I could to spice things up but it was no use. My husband would get turned on by me all the time, he just felt it was too much of an effort to actually act on it and would make excuses, saying he's too tired or not feeling. So, please, I ask that you check out my body. I don’t believe Mistress Emma will mind, though I wouldn’t presume to speak for her. Perhaps you’ll feel better about it if you ask her for permission?”Brent turned to Emma, but he wasn’t able to get any words out. Luckily, Jess took the reigns there too.“Mistress Emma,” Jess asked – she was really milking the ‘Mistress Emma’ thing, I thought - “do you mind if Sir Brent checks out your slave’s body?”Emma, to her credit, handled things pretty well. ++++++++++++The ‘bing-bong’ of the tannoy brought me back to reality with a bump. Hastily I stopped what I was doing and tried to smooth down my skirt. Fuck, I had been so close to cumming yet again. Ah well, it would have to wait. I switched off my laptop and prepared to leave the train. The woman opposite me was putting away her papers and gathering her things together. She was obviously getting off at the same station as me.While I scrabbled around trying to cram all my stuff into too small.