” Then he chuckled. Dennis was about thirty-five, black and married; not bad looking either. I promised him that I wouldn’t; unless there was a sp...cial occasion…like Halloween? Like a few other holidays; the banks decorated and dressed for the occasion. I checked with him early and he agreed that I could work, that day, in some kind of a costume. I just couldn’t wear a mask. What he didn’t expect was a Parisian Whore; sort of subdued but, with fishnets, a short red leather skirt, padded bra and. Glad that you took your time in stripping me. Shy at first as your hands roamed under the hem of my skirt to peel down my knickers, butterflies in my tummy as you reached under my top to place your hands on my breasts, my nipples growing hard instantly at your firm touch. I had always been a little shy of my curves…my full hips and my 38D boobs always made me want to hide away but as I watch you slowly unbutton your jeans, I reach for the hem of your t shirt and pull it over your head, holding. Of that I was sure. At least of my love for him I was sure… Many things occurred in the passing time. We saw each other two or three times in the following week, like a real couple, like we were dating. No more than that because Owen disappeared frequently and, as I already knew, it wasnt a good idea for me to even ask what he was doing. But every time we saw each other, even in our short dates, sparks flew between us and it always ended up in that little game of ours, he practically raping me,. "No, no, of course not," Tad said, finally. "I mean, I've already memorized them, Louise -- Jesus, they are so hot!... But Don's not going to give me any copies! No, Baby!... I meant pictures of you! Wonderful, incredible, sexy pictures -- like these -- of you!" So, in thirty minutes together down in the basement, you two have cooked this all up," I said, more than a little bit miffed. "Naked photos of Little Cathy -- just like the ones of Louise -- and just like the ones of all of Don's old.