She felt awfully good and even a little curious as she wondered guiltily how he would be in bed because in spite of his weight he seemed so smooth and... suave at everything else. She slid sensuously into the embroidered white silk robe, watching her image in the glass before her. Her black, glistening hair looked wildly exciting against the pure whiteness of the silk and she knew she'd rarely been more attractive. Mr. Goldman was certainly going to get his money's worth and she vowed that this. ‘Isabelle?’ he asked, his voice betraying his anticipation. ‘Jean..’ she said softly and sat on her bed, butterflies filling her stomach. ‘How was your day?’ he asked, his voice warm and sweet. ‘Did you manage to get things done?’ She laid down on her back, staring up at the white ceiling. ‘Tiresome, but I did get the most important stuff done. I’ll be busy for the next few days.’ ‘I have every faith in your abilities.’ She felt a shiver going through her body. ‘It’s good to hear your voice..’. If even you don't know who-all can give you orders, you can get in trouble pretty easily. Just off the top of my head, I can see you driving to get that new car the TV told you to go buy, then seeing a billboard that tells you to go get some Ex-Lax right now. So, you stop at a convenience store to buy that, and when you walk in some drunk stops you. You're pretty good looking. What if some drunk asshole steps in front of you and says 'Blow me for a dollar, bitch'?" You start doing that, and. The husbands would tell me that they got lot of fake messages from horny guys pretending to be women. The guys could barely spell and asked for nudes right away. So, by not immediately bringing up sex and asking for a clothed picture, they instantly felt comfortable with me. After a few days I had exchanged pictures with a few couples. I found this exhilarating. I was also terrified. I had never done anything like this and I was sure that the local police were tracking my every move! I was sure.