’ Denise opted to take a quick shower while she waited for Andrew’s call. In the shower, she again assessed her options and after going through th... names of everyone she knew, she again concluded that Andrew’s plan was the best option available. She could trust Andrew and she knew she could dance naked before him—after all, she’d already done it. Moreover, Andrew said that Jackson would do a good job taking the photographs, so she was confident he was a good choice. Besides, all she needed him. Things were soon to get worse - a lot worse!Returning to her lounge, she opened the drinks cabinet. One by one, each and every bottle was opened and its precious inebriating fluids sent to join the gin and tonic on a long journey through the sewers to the sea, or wherever. "There'll be a few pissed rats tonight," she thought! Having performed this tremendous and doubtfully sane deed of self-denial she looked long and hard at the cat."You're getting as fat as I am, Mr. Smith - and it won't do!"A. I told her that I wanted her to seduce him and just help me get pictures to send to his wife. I offered to give her $500 depending on what she can get for me. She agreed and said she can get it done in a week. I smiled and told her that I doubt it would be that quick and told her I would give her a hundred if she can get him on tape in bed naked. She said deal and it wouldn't be a problem. The next day she wore a blouse and a tight black pants. Her blouse was half buttoned and did not wear a. Turning off the spa for the time being, I blurt out ‘I think that calls for a celebratory drink.’, trying to cover my embarrassment at doing something so silly. Turning to face you, we both take another sip from our glasses, the cold sharpness of the bubbles feeling nice in our mouths. The merriment is still shining in your eyes, so much so that it seems to light up the room. You look so gorgeous, I need to touch you, to caress you. ‘OK,’ I say, ‘Now it’s my turn. Up you get and turn around so.