I was so enraptured that I could scarcely remember to be afraid. And for all of their exposed skin, not once was any of them cut. But what captivated ...me most of all is that through the entire fight they were smiling. It was a ferocious and terrifying smile full of vicious intent, but it also spoke of the thrill of a battle well fought. To me, it looked like freedom.As the battle drew to a close, suddenly I was grabbed from behind by the greasy, burly arms of my uncle. Somehow I knew instantly. The gendarme turned to Amber ... who entered into a riot of French. She, too completed her epoch with a look of triumph. The gendarme raised his eyebrows and looked at the official. Even his tiny black mustaches quivered in rage. He slapped the counter and held out his hand. The official shrugged and handed over a pamphlet. The gendarme pointed at a line on the page, slapping the counter again. A subtitle-less mess ensued ... Amber hid a smile.The money was counted ... the exchange made. When. This was not you dinky portable table but a real solid professional massage table. It took two big guys alot of time to squeeze that thing into the house.My fantasy started getting the best of me and I could see myself laying on the table getting a softmassage. First my shoulders and my neck and then progressing slowly to my lower back. The forcedown pushing my pelvis agains the table. Soft gentle hands rubbing coconut oil over my body. Slowlyrubbing on my legs and hands down between my thighs.. Then you canhelp choose the different types of dresses you would like and thematerial. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"James gave a ghastly smile and nodded weakly.Lady Isabelle was now in full flow and continued."Of course you will need corsets, so that will be another place to visit.We use an excellent corsetiere called Miss Clamp, who will be able tomake you some lovely corsets. Nightdresses and petticoats will come fromMiss Finch, who is quite the expert on petticoats. You can learn a lotfrom.