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Knowing one's place

... was being put through consecutive cycles of a spin dryer; except that she was anything but dry at the end of it. They finished with a debrief back in the sky office. "Give me your panties," Camille commanded. Amy pulled the sodden material away from her slick lips and felt the day's excitement begin an embarrassingly slick, sinewy trail down her inner thigh. She handed them over and watched as her boss again took the gusset towards her nose. "Putain, for a girl with self proclaimed self control you disappoint me. But you'll learn. It will start with our friend Monsieur 'enley. We will show 'im what it feels like to be a piece of meat. You will be amazed to see what desperation will do to a man. He will be as Tantalus in Tartarus," she continued animatedly, "standing waist deep in water, before an overhanging fruit tree, yet absolutely unable to eat or drink zose things zat are so craved." She smiled at the thought and nonchalantly passed her assistant her fresh panties back. "À toute à l'heure Amee." *** Graham Henley was sat opposite Miss Montsarde, discreetly (or so he thought) ogling her well sculpted legs through the brilliant clear glass of her desk. Since signing the papers he had hardly thought of anything else. He remembered her heavy breasts, pushed up and out at him as she had handed him the contract. It was at that point that he had decided that the firm's reputation as an exclusive, rogue outfit was perhaps well deserved. As a man who had never appreciated ...

... convention though, he was irresistibly drawn towards it. The price tag was perhaps what one had to pay for something alternative in this day and age. "Monsieur 'enley, tell us more about yourself please. What are ze dark desires that occupy your thoughts? In your online inscription details your girlfriend mentioned something about a pantie fetish and your mother in law." The bitch. He had promised to go along to see a shrink because he had been caught and didn't want his comfortable life disturbed. Since he knew perfectly well that everything was confidential he had had no intention of really talking about this issue anyway. "Monsieur, zere is nothing to feel ashamed about, we all 'ave our primal desires. Some men are simply not brave enough to accept and grasp zem," she said as she caressed her leg. Her provocation was too much for him. "You're right I've got a thing for panties; preferably worn and wet. What can I say, I appreciate women," he leered in an attempt to mask his intimidation. "Tell us about zis particular episode with your mother in law." "Well the untidy bitch leaves them lying around to tempt me, she wants me to find them. Hasn't had any action in a long while that one," he continued, warming to this role of false defiance. "And zis wasn't ze first time?" she left the question hanging, as she arched her meticulously plucked eyebrow, giving her face a brief flicker of aggression. "This is all confidential right?" he faltered before her hardened stance. "Of course," ...