I while I puffed on my smoke, that most of the restaurants was either closing or closed, for the night. As I was taking the last few puff of cigarette... a man noticed my image from a distance. He now was strolling toward me.The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his head was shaved, and he wore a black trench coat. He wore noisy boots. I could hear every single step he made, as he approached me. I took a deep breath and tossed my cigarette, as was now just barely a few feet. He gave me a look that it was time to escalate so I told him to get behind her, remove the robe and kiss her neck and shoulders. It is a weakness of hers and I saw her knees buckle a little. I was surprised she hadn't commented but it was still pretty innocent. Tyrell was wearing just white silk boxers briefs under the robe.Then came the next cue like we practiced. He obviously thought she was relaxed enough to try. I looked at them and said, "Honey, the straps of your nighty are in the way. Is. Mainly because I was enjoying her company. That said, though, I was reluctantly impressed with the place – there was a decent sized indoor swimming pool, a sauna, some squash courts – all of which we were free to use, apparently – and, basically, rather more, and better, facilities than I would have imagined friend Andy capable of. I said something of the sort to Linda – carefully not impugning her employer with my question – but she picked up on the inference anyway, noticeably taking a quick. Taking a deep breath, she answered it."Hello?" she asked softly."What a lovely voice you have Sophia, even better than I could have hopedfor," replied the man."Why have you done this to me?" she asked."Hush my dear," he ordered.Even though she had hundreds of questions, she immediately obeyed."A young girl like you must mind her manners and do what she is told," hecontinued.Sophia found herself nodding silently."Yes, you have undergone programming. I prefer the old fashioned ways ofbreaking my.