He shook his head and laughed again. “ Well we've got you in the corner suite, haven't we?” he said, somewhat cruelly. But she didn't miss a beat... “ Yeah. I'm expecting the key the the Executive Bathroom any day now. You all obviously value me so highly......milk and sugar?” “ Err..Oh yes.One sugar. Not much milk at all.” "OK. Macchiato, one sugar. Coming up.” She looked around the long narrow room and got a stool.....brought it over to him and said brightly, “ I'd watch you don't lean to one. She wore a hoodie most of the time and the folds draped across her shoulder blades. Her ponytail was tied up high enough that I could see the back of her ear and about a dozen piercings in it. Then there was the slope of her neck where her shoulder disappeared beneath the hoodie.She was nice looking, but not exactly what you want to think of as a model. Not drop dead gorgeous like Annette and Morgan. Maybe that was why they wanted me to have another model. I mean ... not that I should paint. That’s why you carried me off. Everybody saw. You won’t stand a chance in court.’ ‘Will you testify as to your ravishment?’ ‘Most certainly.’ ‘We’d better get on with it then. Remove your clothes.’ ‘I will not.’ ‘All right.’ He took out a knife from a scabbard around his waist. Catherine stepped back. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Cutting the dress off your back.’ ‘You can’t do that.’ ‘You forget, I’m your lord and master. Married in church. I can do anything I want.’ He raised the knife. ‘Wait!’. I finally received an email from a guy who lived within my locality. He said he was interested in chatting. I set up a time where the two of us could chat and exchange pics. The night came for the chat. We started by describing ourselves to each other. Along with the description came photos attached. He was a nice looking, average guy; kind of like myself. What I liked best was the pic of his cock he sent next. I got hard. He said he liked the pic of me and said he would like to meet very soon..