The next morning I was woken up by Riya when she was trying to releaseherself from my grasp. I knowing tightened my grip and told her she hasto give ...a blowjob if she wants to get up from the bed. She laughed andrefused and we settled for a kiss. After waking up she went to bath and Iwas still feeling sleepy so I slept again but after 30 mins I was againwoken up by tiny droplets from her wet hair. I opened my eyes and saw herstanding in green chiffon saree and the earrings and nose pin were. It would have to be Jim. She turned her back and described the string of clasps behind her back. Jim figured out the laces of the corset himself. She could get the rest off herself. She wondered where she could go to do that.Jim unhooked the white dress which was her promise of purity. Then he unlaced the corset. All that protected her smooth back from his eyes was her camisole. He kissed the back of her neck. He took one side of the dress in his hand and walked around her, pulling it lightly.. He had ordered them some wine, admonishing her to avoid soda and make sure that water was Evian or some other bottled variety. The stew and breads that made up their lunch was delightful however, and she found herself quite hungry having forgotten that breakfast had been a while ago, despite the croissant, and dinner the night before had been so bad that she had only eaten half of the meager meal. ‘Tonight we are having soufflé. I would take you to Martin’s but that will have to wait for. Grandamme, meet Slave Darling. Slave:Curtsey for Mrs. Grandamme."Somehow I got to my knees and raised the hem of my skirt, trying tosmile submissively through my confusion. This was Mrs. Grandamme?! Butwhy? What was she doing in that get-up? Had the girls taken her captivein her own house, or was she willingly undergoing this treatment? Wasshe really Mrs. Grandamme? Was it even really a "she"?And most important: How much had she heard? How much would she tell, ifshe got a chance?But Grace was.