She imaged what she must look like – so on display for what sounded like a fairly sizeable audience. And Mistress Catherine must be at the back of t...he room, waiting to walk to the front and begin whatever erotic torment she had in store for Mindy, who remained helplessly trapped for all to see."Isn't she just lovely?" Once again, Mistress Catherine's voice filled the room, and this time was answered with clapping from the audience."Let's remove the blindfolds."At the last command from Mistress. Made a peer at the Restoration, I served through the first campaign under the orders of Marshal Bourmont. I could, therefore, expect a higher rank, and who knows what might have happened had the elder branch remained on the throne? But the Revolution of July was, it seems, sufficiently glorious to allow itself to be ungrateful, and it was so for all services that did not date from the imperial period. I tendered my resignation, for when you have gained your epaulets on the battle-field, you do. "I had questions but didn't interfere. " Then I met a lady at the bar who became friendly with me and she introduced me to a man who said that he'd offer me a job better paid than this one. I agreed without thinking twice and quit the job at the bar. First I thought he was giving me a waitress job. But it was too late when I knew that he was selling me."Once again a drop of tears ran down her cheek. I wiped it away. "I was having sex after 4 years and I was getting paid much better for it. I. D.’ the note read. ‘Why didn’t you bring some of that Florida sunshine up with you? Thought you could use something to perk you up. Let me know if you need anything else — M. P.S., Columbian coffee with cream, sweetener and Swiss white chocolate. I think you’ll like it. Trust me.’ ‘Could the jig be up?’ I thought to myself. The coffee is exactly the way I like it. I know I’d mentioned it to her before on the phone. I sipped the brew and sure enough, just as I liked it. ————————————————- Room.