To start – your previous job.” Butterflies again in my stomach, I ask, “What about it?” Hoping that somehow he doesn’t remember I was a stri...per. “So, I know you were a stripper,” All my hope just vanishes and my heart falls, “but I need to know exactly what you did in order to know if I can keep you here. And don’t lie because I will know if you are and if you do you will be automatically fired.” At this point I am shocked and scared for my job but I know I cant lie. So I tell Mr. Anderson how. I picked her up at the airport. I was so nervous just to open up like this. She came out from customs . We kissed right there and she reached for my butt, she felt the thong line on my Kakis. Smiled and proceed to the drive to the hotel. She had packed two suitcases for just 5 days. We checked in a hotel.The room was big, the bed was huge, the bathroom had a bathtub and we were ready to explore.She opened the suitcases one at the time. I am still under my male clothes, nervous to show my. And then she was back up, striding toward me again, this time with a slightly harder to read look across her face. She kept her eyes on the floor as she reached my table, stopped just long enough to toss the scrap of paper on the table, then continued around the corner, disappearing down the long hall to the restrooms.I watched her incredible ass disappear down the hall, then grabbed the note."I'm going to the rest room. I don't need people watching. Be there in 5 minutes you sicko."I read it a. Besides, what goodwould it do? What could I tell the police? ThankGod you are home safe, Tiffani." My tits, save my tits." Fred removed her bra andunwound the electrical tape from her swollen breasts."Oh, they are so sensitive, " she said, as he held themin his hands and kissed her nipples. "That feels good." Finally, with some help from a kitchen knife, Fredwas able to release her hands.After that awful night, there were subtle changes inthe marriage of Fred and Tiffani. They didn't goout.