This Alan make one big mistake after another.Every time I let him see feet he must do what I tell him. Rule simple. Obey me or no feet. Always he must... be naked and on knees. First time I see him naked, Yuck! I say, hair on body is no good, disgusting to me. Chinese man no have all that hair on body. Take it off or no see pretty feet. Next time Alan only hair on head. His body smooth and white as young girl’s body. Very nice. I let him give me pedicure as reward. He very happy. I tell him, ?You. That by no means meant that I couldn’t have fun with it. We ran errands the next day and while inside the store I decided to try on a bra, a low cut t-shirt and a skirt. I thought I’d put the pressure on him so I called him back to the dressing room. Smartly he refused. I was kind of bummed out and surprised. This shirt hugged me so well, and the bra really put the girls on display. The skirt was a little too short but that was the point. My plan had failed! We arrived back at his house and. Some of the events of the previous evening came back to me. I shuddered, remembering that I'd come very close to being raped, had been assaulted, by a guy who I should have known not to trust. It was not a good way to start the day, really, so I was glad in a way when the duvet beside me stirred and a tousled mop of red hair appeared, followed rapidly by the bleary eyed but smiling face of my new friend Jane. I reached down to her, pulled her up towards me and gave her a long kiss, aware of her. “Veec?” she said. I’m Vic.“Monique,” I replied.“I wait for you,” she said.I’m English and although there is this belief that the French insist you speak their language, I found that as soon as they heard my attempts (I thought I had quite a passable accent, actually), people would switch to English to save themselves the pain of hearing my incompetence. Or maybe they were just being kind. Monique certainly radiated kindness.Up in the apartment she fetched me a glass of water and Jean-Luc.