“maybe there is a thing or two Kelly”, I reply.I take hold of your hair and raise your head up, my tongue darting out licking your neckline as I c...p a handful of your tits under your top. My breathing becomes heavier and deeper. “come with me you dirty girl” I grunt into your ear, not letting go of your hair as I lead you in between the trees, away from prying eyes. I choke you as my free hand smacks your face, stinging short slaps making your cheeks flushed. I gather up a big goblet of saliva. I’m sure he detects the balance of power shifting within me, She and he are very well acquainted. Fuelling Her unquenchable dirty desires, his hot breath invades my ear, whispering filthy names I fully deserve. The words filter into Her psyche and the subsequent nibbling of my earlobe triggers the complete transformation from wanting to wanton. She’s rough to my gentle, not above leaving a mark. My hands fly involuntarily from my breasts to grapple with his T-shirt, seize his shoulders and sink. ”Leaning forward, Ed asked, “Tell me who is the most respected private chef in the world.”“I am,” replied Marguerite knowing that if she didn’t answer that way, Ed would call her on it.“That’s right. Now who is going to be the second most respected private chef in the world, soon.”“Shuana,” replied Marguerite proud of her former assistant. Shuana was a rising star in the culinary world.“So who is going to be your next project?” asked Ed with a smile.“With no one here, there’s no one to cook. Men and women smile at you as you pass, a few yell sounds of appreciation. You walk tall, swinging your hips, enjoying the eyes on you, and absorbing their looks of desire. The voices filling the room are a wild international mix; English, French, German, Japanese, Italian, and Spanish. The accents are varied and uncountable. But moving through the room, the volume drops a fraction as you pass. People pause their loud conversations to spend a moment looking at you.All around you.