Chapter Seven
Back at her apartment Olga turned the lights down low and gave me a glass of wine, which I sipped sparingly. I didn’t want to get drunk. I knew Miss Eva would want a very detailed report; I had to be able to remember everything. We sat on the sofa and Olga kissed me again, then she put her hand between my legs, feeling my satin knickers.
“Do you go naked in the day?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said.
“Take your clothes off. I want to see you,” she said.
Quickly I stepped out of my sandals, pulled off my dress and slid down my knickers. Olga gave my c**t clip a playful flick, then looked closely at my cunt. “Cute tattoo,” she said.
“It’s only temporary,” I said.
She looked me up and down some more. “Good,” she said. Some lesbians, I had found, were just like men, looking
