She was still in the dominatrix costume. She towered over Cassandra with the long spiked heels of her thigh high boots. "I saw how much you needed it ...onight. You wanted to follow me into a private room." Alexandra walked towards the shaking woman.NO. No I didn't. I'm strong. I dominate others. I don't follow."You wanted to struggle to crawl out and find yourself so weak and powerless you slump in defeat again."Oh no, not that ... Cassandra trembled."You wanted to feel the shame and humiliation. Acouple of old file cabinets the Salvation Army had thrown out, because they werein too bad shape to sell. Jake's office wasn't much to look at. That was part ofthe reason he kept it so dark. The main reason, though, was that he hadn't paidthe electric bill. It was mid-morning, and just enough sunlight came in throughthe window that the lack of indoor lighting wasn't too obvious.You couldn't run a detective agency, though, without a working phone.Jake had to call his client. He didn't have much. The accommodations were large enough to satisfy all requirements with a separate mother-in-law wing to the house with a separate kitchen and there were also additional servant quarters in the fully finished basement. There was also a guest apartment over the three car garage in a separate building adjoining the main house.Eito decided that it would be sensible to take his sister and his aunt to join his household because it would insure that they would speak their native tongue at home most of. Finally I said that I needed to be discreet as I had a girlfriend who did not know of my "other" life. I waited patiently over the next few days and received a few emails to my profile and ad, but nothing that really caught my interest. Then, on a Thursday, I received a message from a guy named Rick. Rick told me that he was a businessman from out of town and that he and a co-worker would be traveling to my city the next weekend for a conference. He indicated that he was 46, about 6'1, 210.