Good to talk to you, Dulcie. God Bless.”“Likewise. Thank you, Jeremy.”I hung up, then picked up and dialled.“XYZ Construction, Sam Robison. Ho... may I help you?”“Mister Robison, this is Dulcie Chesterman. The Bishop asked me to ring you. Apparently you have a problem with one of your projects.”“My project, in fact. Woodham Hall. We’re intending to redevelop it as a hotel and retreat centre. Several of my workers have expressed unease about the Hall itself, and there’s a ruined chapel in the. .not making eye contact. He said good. Then he told me to keep my door unlocked because he'd be there in a few hours and I should be there ready. I went to my apartment and waited nervously for him. I constantly checked the window while pacing around my living room. I heard my computer chirp. It was a message from him. He gave specific instructions. It was getting dark and he had me turn off all lights, open up all my blinds. I had to remove all clothes and stand in front of my window. I saw a. After a long pause he told me how much I reminded him of a young maiden he had once loved long ago, and who loved him as much as I did my fantasy Prince. How they were destined to never know each others complete touch.When I asked him what he meant he let out a strange quiet laugh and said he may as well tell me. After all he had nothing left to loose, but a life worse than death and he could see that I trusted him now. I suddenly realized what he meant by me 'trusting him now'. Getting warmer. “You are going to be my sex slave and you are not even going to know it,” he said while he was laughing. “I’ll let your husband fuck you but only I know what you truly desire,” he said while he took off my dress. “Fuck, your body is so perfect,” he said as he unhooked my bra.I was now completely naked and defenseless against him. I should be angry but I was getting horny. I wanted to know what he would do to me next. He grabbed my hair and shoved my boob in his mouth with force. He started.