I got angry.“how could educated women like you talk like this?” I said. She stopped crying and was quiet for a while. I was a bit uncomfortable, a... no lady ever had held me like this. I had no intentions of anything, was just disturbed by the trouble she is been facing for five years. I bent on my knees and spoke to her for a while, motivated her to take legal actions and move on. As I was moving out she called me from behind.“I’m really scared, can’t sleep alone. Can you stay?”“don’t worry. I. “The concierge speaks highly of you, she told us you have a large cock and that you have an ass fetish, if that’s true you are in right place.“We want you to wear this outfit for us, and nothing else,” Sandra tells me as she hands me a small package and shows me into a dressing room. The package contains a garter belt and black stockings, something I love on females and something I have long fantasized about dressing in. They do feel very nice on my naked body and are obviously very expensive. .." If it is Patrick Jane who has debauched you I will..." If we are talking of debauchery it was I who debauched Patrick, utilising the lewd behaviour and skills you had taught me." Her gaze was direct, and her voice accusing, and I bowed my head in acknowledgement of my hypocrisy.She continued in a calmer voice. "Patrick writes that he wants to introduce me to his parents at Christmas." Where did you and he first, err, conjugate? I hope it was not under my roof, for I will have failed as your. Her eyes seem to shine as another killer smile lit up her face. "I'm Pattie"Her hand is so soft and firm just like I had imagined her skin to feel, she holds my hand for a second and it slips out of mine her fingers trailing down mine. I can feel a little stirring on my pants already; I seem to have little control of things at this point.We make small talk as she directs me on where to go, her voice matches her personality very assured and confident she seems to have things in her life well.