This costume might have been a bit confusing to put on if it hadn't beenfor a piece of paper I found in the box with instructions. I readthrough it a...nd then began to get dressed. First came a nylon bodystocking which I slipped on and which covered my body from my neck down.I felt a faint tingling along my skin once I had it on.The next piece of the costume was a bit more embarrassing. It was adress. It was a slinky black dress with sequins that looked likesomething the cartoon character. All I could think about was what I had done, or perhaps more correctly what I had allowed her nineteen year old daughter, Stephanie to do to me the day before. Images of the previous afternoon when Stephanie and two of her friends, Nikki and Alice, blackmailed me played like a video in my mind. There was the revealing photos, the embarrassing video, the swimming pool, my discarded bikini, a bottle of suntan lotion, me naked on the sun lounge by the pool masturbating in front of the three. I took out a napkin and wiped her face. While there I felt her breasts. Firm satin. Well, back to the matter at hand. Charlotte was clearly a very good subject. I had her put her clothes back on. The next patient was due in fifteen minutes. I told her we spent the period talking about her mother and she would feel a little better about flying. I also told her that I would be calling her and she would not remember the telephone calls. ‘When you hear my voice you will go into a trance. No one. I almost don’t feel ‘clean’ unless I can get ‘dirty’ with you in the process.”After a squeeze of her behind, Bobby released her and took a seat on the edge of the tub, “Do you still have the credit card that I gave you on Friday?”“Okay,” she said as she turned back to the mirror and began drying her hair. “One change of subject on wheat coming right up. Yes, it is inside one of my tennis shoes in the bedroom. Why?”Speaking up to be heard over the blow dryer, Bobby said, “I doubt that you’ll.