Waking up now would be absolutely horrible.Breaking him from his thoughts is the beeping of his communicator. He reaches over and hits a button. Above... the device a green hologram of Lucy appears. “Hey, Roman,” she says with a small wave. “I just wanted to call to say thank you and that you are wonderful.”“Just say what’s on your mind, Lucy,” he instructs with a lopsided grin. “Please don’t beat around the bush. And are you sure that you mean me and not just a specific part of me? After all, we. I stopped at a Pizzeria on the way to the beautyshop for a late lunch so as not to mess up my make over by eating messyfoods like pizza. I figured two slices and a salad would hold me overuntil later that night when the host of the party should be serving somesnacks. Even dressed this casual, there were several men in therestaurant that gave me the eye, winked, and made it obvious they weresex starved. I ignored them and enjoyed eating my lunch as slow aspossible since I had plenty of time. I got Jen to park the BMW there. There were quite a few cars parked there, but no one around—it seems everyone was out walking. I leaned over and kissed her; my tongue probing her mouth. I could feel her moaning as we kissed. My hand was on her leg, and I raked gently at the skin of her inner thigh before I cupped her cunt in my hand. My middle finger nestled between her glistening labia. I pulled away, and whispered, “You horny little slut. What are you?” “A horny little slut, Mistress.” I. They’d notice. They would know she had been sitting there without any knickers on. Leaking her slutty sex juices all over the furniture. They would stare and titter. Leer and smirk at her. She knew that when that happened she would wish to die of shame. She had tried several times to get David to help her. Between Alain’s visits to the table to clear plates, offer coffee, even bringing her an unasked for snifter of Cognac, which she had grasped gratefully, burying her pert, upturned nose into.