“Excuse me monsieur, “ she said. “Are you the artiste called Jean?” Jean stood, smiled, bowing. She looked at him and around his small stud...o and said: “How can you work in such dampness?” She was an attractive woman and had very much of what the French call “assiste” [demeanor or attitude or as the English might observe: pain in the assiste] but, thought our damp berobed Jean, she is a patron and entitled to her assiste! I will humor her even if she is an ass…..iste the last part slowly. No man had taken her in the vagina since Darius, months ago. She no longer orgasmed, simply performing as her Mistress commanded. There was no longer even any erotic pleasure in what she did. As she serviced the men and women at the party, her mind focused on the guilt she felt for what she had done to her friend and roommate. Tiana obviously was quite content with her new life and Marie -- she didn't even know her last name -- would now be impossible to find. Besides, she didn't know what she. He gurgles and sputters and groans, not getting to scream as his air is restricted. Then for the upstroke I press down between his muscled shoulders, tug on his shaft and hear him moan at the waves of sensation crashing over him. Giving 2, perhaps 3 seconds for each stroke I maintain this for several minutes, my own arousal mounting agonisingly slowly. I notice Jimmy’s breathing getting heavier and more ragged, more noises of pleasure and fewer of agony despite the abuse he is enduring. I. How about you come over this afternoon and we can get started on the business files." Sure. I'll see you when I get there."Well, that was a relief. At least I could communicate with Diane's customers and let them know what had happened if they didn't already see it on the news. I could also introduce Christie to the billing customers and get them back on track. I was hopeful they'd be understanding, but since she was now fully qualified for medical billing through the local community college, I.