Emotions from her past surged into her present and broke the spell of hypnosis, shooing away the jitters in her stomach. She blinked and looked around... the room, trying her best to combat the dark surge. Everyone has a past – a constant Companion, like an ever-present shadow. It follows us all, as sure as the sun and unique to the person casting it. For some, this Companion is a platform, sturdy bedrock molded from persistence and firm underfoot. But for others, it’s an unknown presence stalking. The sensation of his lips touching the soft skin below her chin brings vibrations to her clit and a raggedness to her breathing. She’s on the edge, has been for what seems like hours, but has been only minutes.The agony of his slow, sensual kisses across her neck and down her bare shoulders is sending continuous ripples of pleasure through her. The waiting to be taken, that’s his torture for her, They both understand no words need be spoken, for she belongs to him completely. Feeling his arms. She was terrified bur excited at the same time.Meg showered quickly and as she dried herself she looked at her lily white bare arse for the last time, unblemished as it was.Meg selected a pair of brief silk knickers which she knew were a favourite of her boss and pulled them onto herself . Megs cunt was dripping wet as usual. She couldn’t help it . Meg was always wet ………I wasn’t worth bothering with a bra , even her quarter cup one that exposed Megs nipples . It wasn’t that comfortable in any. Jeans, tights, a blouse cut a little lowand short on the sleeve so that the skin on your arms would goosebump when you slippedyour coat off, heels that cause you to stumble.You would remove the coat and sit, ordering the drink that you had been instructed toorder. You might have been instructed to slip to the bathroom after five minutes toremove the jeans and swap them for a short skirt, confirming who you are and making mesmile. Perhaps some others in the shop might notice. Perhaps not.After.