She asked me to take control over her and said she would do anything I told her. I really didn’t believe her, so I told her to strip and she did. I ...enjoyed it and so did everyone else, so I made her continue every day.”“Mindy, did you ask your sister to take control over you? And do you do anything she says?” Mr. Smith asked me.I knew how she would want me to answer. I wanted to tell him she blackmailed me into asking her, but if I did, I would be severely punished. So, I said, “Yes sir, I did. Two young men with headphones were punching buttons and sliding controls as the lights on the center stage began to brighten. Kim stayed toward the back of the crowd, and as she took in the scene, she caught the gaze of a well-dressed man staring at her. She had seen him before at parties and a club but now a shiver ran down her spine making her involuntarily look away. She cursed herself for the action and reminded herself that she was a successful, confident woman. Nevertheless, she moved. “What are you doing?” I asked, moving to the dresser for clean underwear and socks.“You don’t seem to respect my privacy, so I thought I’d reciprocate and see how you like it,” she answered firmly. “You don’t have many clothes,” she added.“Enough for the next eight days. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like some privacy to get dressed.”She strolled out slowly, closing the door behind her. I grinned when she’d gone. Back in the day, when protective detail had been my job, most female protectees. If I let you fuck me, what if I start to like you too, and not just your equipment?”Journeys have a way of going around in circles sometimes. I was back to being the man who was fucking the “other woman”.“I understand,” I said. “Maybe I should just get dressed now, even if my stuff is still damp. I don’t want to suck you into something.”“Maybe you should,” she said. “But what if I do let you fuck me and I don’t like it, and I don’t want it again. What if you are a lousy fuck? What if this is a.