She looked over her shoulder surprised the door would not close and saw me smiling menacingly. Her hand returned to clutching her purse as she turn to...face the large mirror in the bathroom. She looked as though she had a question but I had forbid her to speak unless spoken to. Slowly she dropped her purse to the bathroom counter and began to strip. Her ebony skin smooth and soft in the harsh lighting of the bathroom. I watched her every movement. Her hands rose up and slipped beneath the straps. That's part of the deal, OK?"Claire stood up. She felt shaky. She walked around his desk and pulled him to his feet by his hands."I need a hug, mister Phinneas." she said. His eyes looked shocked. She pressed her lush body against his and whispered in his ear. "Mister Phinneas ... once ... just this once ... I'd like you to squeeze my buttocks."She felt his hands slide very tentatively to her round bottom, whereupon they gave a convulsive, tiny, little squeeze. She pushed him away and smiled.. It turned me on so much. My Master came and whispered in my ear. “I am so proud of you my wonderful little whore.”It was a little later that evening and the guests had departed. My Master lead me into a room with the Dr. and several other people. “The good Dr. is very taken with you and has asked if he could have you for the next three days. He is a good friend and I have agreed. You will do everything he asks. He will not hurt you. He may push your boundaries as I do." He turned to the Dr. I. "A whole year without any intimacy," she kidded. "Then three more years before you graduate." You're worth the wait," he said smiling.Marsha felt a warm glow descend over her. It had been a long time since someone had complimented her like that."I can write and then there's e-mail so we won't be totally out of touch." I'll look forward to hearing from you and that you are okay." I'll get word to you as soon as we land," she assured him.With that there was a tight embrace, a lingering passionate.