Chapter Five
I waited two days before I called Alain. I wasn’t playing hard to get, just forcing myself to calm down, trying to control the insistent ache in my cunt. He suggested dinner at a small restaurant near where he lived. I told Henry where I was going. “Don’t wait up,” I said. I offered no explanations or reassurance. He had to get used to it now, that I would be taking myself off regularly for s*x with my lover. I dressed carefully, having bought some new underwear, a bra and knickers in white satin, the bra cut low, so low my n*****s were peeping out, and the knickers in tap pants or French knickers style, fitting snugly over a matching suspender belt. The stockings were sheer, with seams at the back. I smiled to myself as I drew them on; men are so predictable. I’ve never met
