This made her wonder about those pants that the immodest women wore, those ones that were cut for a woman. Would those be an improvement over the men�...�s sizes, that belt sure hadn’t helped much. Brother Eli had been wrong about one thing though. He had always taught her that when a woman wore immodest dress, that this woman would begin to think of herself as being a seductress, and that this would affect how others reacted to her. Rachel had absolutely not felt seductive or sensual in any way. But... oh, what the hell, I'll read you a very small comparison. But this is in the strictest confidence. I don't want you blurting it around that Vanessa de Couteau writes porn in her spare time." Blurt it around?" I asked, in disbelief. "Who am I going to tell? The seagulls?" All right," she said, leaving the room for a moment and coming back with a pile of papers."Vanessa de Couteau. That's not your real name is it?" I asked, as she sat down at the table across from me."The Vanessa part is. “Is it ok?” she asked, biting her bottom lip. She always liked to include me in her play. I never asked her to, but it was kind of our understanding.“Do you want to?” I asked, already knowing the answer. She was pretty worked up.“Kinda,” she smiled, “that way I can use both hands.” She reached over and tugged at my cock. I grinned but knew from experience she meant both hands for herself.“Ok, if you want,” I replied. As I said, we weren’t usually into voicing as it was too often disappointing.. ." he begins to speak.She interrupts him by slapping him across the face. His eyes are wide in shock as she hisses, "Do NOT touch me."He grabs her wrist, though more out of restraint than retaliation. "I was coming to offer my apologies for the previous evening; however, it would do you well to remember that you are mine, even if it is only in the presence of that scum you call 'lord.' "The space between Sean and Isabelle is electric with the tension. It has also grown dangerously narrow as he.