Then she told me to relax and put the steam bath on. I checked the clock and it was 1 hour.I said, “hey you do a really good massage can I get some ...10 minutes more?”She said, “no your timing is 1 hour.”I replied, “Maybe I can give you some cash and you can do 15 minutes more?” She said, “15 minutes more, what do you want me to do?”I said, “Surprise me!” and handed her two notes of 500 rupees.She kept the notes aside and got some more oil. Now she moved the towel aside completely. Then she. “I’m so glad I came. I already feel as if I’m at home. Can I try to tell you why I’m here?”John nodded and Claire began her story. She outlined her problem with Peter’s jealousy and lack of trust in her faithfulness, and how it had culminated in his reading and answering John’s letter to her.She explained how she felt at the end of her tether and the feeling she had that this was a turning point in her life. She did not know if she could live with Peter much longer unless he was cured of his. Or posing makes me feel like this. Both I guess. But I want to keep the edge on for now. Go get your stuff and I’ll put the underwear on.”He hurried to his room and returned with his lights. He set them up near my dressing table. Then he went back and got his camera. He took some light readings and told me to sit down and pose as if I’m putting makeup on, getting ready to go out on a date.He instructed me to imagine I’m alone in the room. I’m not to look at him or the camera. He was ready to. She was on dangerous ground and knew it, but still was not able to bring herself to break away, the evil fascination of the impending ravishment holding her glued to the spot. She squirmed downward again, the back of her calves forcing the sweat band of her panties deeper up onto the pulsating split of her loins. She felt the throbbing arousal of her clitoris, and she bit her fleshy lower lip to hold back the unwanted sensations that were creeping from up between her thighs.Her thoughts jerked.