This was partly what appealed to her, a man who knew what he wanted and should be experienced enough to do it properly. He was quite dominant which ag...in appealed to her as she liked the man (or men) to be in charge so she had no choice but to go along with whatever they tell her to do.She told me about the day :I read my magazine on the train but found it hard to concentrate. I felt like a whore on my way to an assignment - I had often said that I would not have minded being a high class call. Things settled down for a bit, and Sandy began to hope that her talk with April, as disastrous as it had seemed, had some effect. Then there was a Tuesday evening. April told Sandy that she and a girl friend were off to a movie. She said that she had no studying to do and was up for an evening out. It was about eight PM, when the doorbell rang. Sandy already had had her evening shower and was dressed in a light yellow, silk robe. She had a glass of wine and was settling down to a British. All of the new visitors stopped short when they caught the nearly transparent visage of Helga. “Helga?” They all heard Harman say in a low voice. “My god you are still alive!”A shy smile crossed her face as she nodded, “It is good to see you and Varick, har, har.” She said smiling larger.Growling, Harman took a step forward pointing a finger at her. “I told you to never call me that again!”“What are you going to do? Spank me again?” The shy twenty something female with big blue eyes, long brown. Warning: Do not read straight through from Page 01 to 24. Because all pages will be publicly available, each page will have a disclaimer at the top to remind readers to start on page 01, however, if you got to that page based on a reader-choice link from a previous page, ignore the disclaimer and keep reading that page. With this story I am trying something new. It took me quite a while to write and became a proof of concept. If it works, I will try new editions with different.