When they came into Claiborne those preferences were activated: longer hair, curly, straight, or styled, different color, bigger boobs, smaller waist,...and so on. And the constants were logged as well: fingernail color and makeup being the two I identified right away, not that I'd ever really tried makeup. And suddenly I had the file.It was located as part of what I called the Startup Routine. I made the time to show it to Irene, and she walked me through the whole process. Each time a person. She smiled ever so erotically when she finished and I swear I saw her eyes flash my way quickly before she grabbed a glass of water, took a drink and adjusted her outfit before she walked further into her house.Again, I thanked my lucky stars for what I witnessed and assumed that my night’s voyeurism pleasure was completed. However, I was wrong yet again to my wondrous surprise.I heard a woosh of air flow through J’s house as can only happen when the interior pressure is changed when another. "Her nipples tingled. Being in the shower with Evan had been wonderful. "Yes, I'm very concerned about the water shortage. It's a shame we've already wasted so much." It is," Rebecca said, "and think about all the time you wasted trying to wash your own back." Mm, my back needs to be scrubbed," Deana said. “Come on, let's get clean.”Rebecca giggled. “No chance a shower is going to wash away the dirty thoughts I'm having.”“Good.”Evan turned left at the sign boasting the fastest high bank dirt. The French revel in exploring each others minds and bodies, mistresses and gigolos are commonplace. Admitting you have a married lover is nothing to be ashamed of. De Sade aside, some of the sexiest erotic fiction and images come from France. There’s a fabulous scene in a French movie combining bondage, domination, humiliation and exquisite teasing that stuck with me since the first time I saw it many, many years ago. So much so that I agreed, with a professional friend of mine, to re-enact.