He donned his leggings and opened the glass doors to the balcony. The verdigris green tiles underfoot were warm and the guard rail across the white an...d green balcony even warmer. He could hear the surf crashing in the distance and the unmistakably saline air teased his nostrils. The horizon which went from bright green to the azure blue in the distance, set off by palm trees and was absolute heaven. Or so he thought at that point; though he was blissfully unaware just then, he was to reach. “Alison, honey! How are you doing?”“That’s why I called. You’re a private investigator, right, Ms. Rennick? I need some help.”“Certainly.” Once you snag a client, Babcock says, you’ll get known by word of mouth.“I just had my period, so I didn’t get pregnant, but Mom overheard me and Wesley on the phone. It was accidental intercourse.”I processed that one. “It sometimes seems like it, honey.”“I explained it was because of how we were putting on our swimsuits.”“Wanna’ stop by my office?” It sort. The shower is at the end of the hall; please be quick.” Sir nods, smirks, and grabs my wife's ass, heading to the shower. She gets weak at one knee and giggles like a school girl. I am looking down as is expected of a Slave. She circles behind me and whispers, "This is it, dear. What you want and I lust for. Never forget, I love you and you know the word, should it be needed. I know you showered, now go and change into your outfit... before I punish you.” I rush over to the room and change. The damned girl was flitting around the room like a fairy and seemed to spend most of her time either bending over toward me accidentally showing her cleavage or bending away showing her black stocking legs damned near to her knees. Eventhough I'd been thoroughly serviced in London, I was still affected by these "accidentally (my ass)" displays. These cod patches just were not up to the task and I was afraid to get up from my chair while Fanny was in the room. I waited for her to leave but she.