Her ex-husband is forced to watch as her lovers abuse her.
" He kissed my neck and I fell asleep with his arms around me.
The next day we woke up early to get ready for our trip to the Palace at Versailles. Maurice had me pack an overnight bag with a sexy outfit. But since the weather changed to possible showers, I wore my tight blue jeans and a black t-shirt with my walking loafers. Once in his cute little yellow Renault Clio, we stopped for coffee and a croissant. I ate as we drove to the palace. It took us about 45 minutes to get there and find a parking spot. I was in awe at this spectacular abode that the kings lived in. The palace was huge and very ornate. The history was fantastic. By the time we made it to the grounds and gardens it was after lunch. They had a nice spot to buy sandwiches and we ate in the garden area. While we eating, his phone rang. He talked in French, so I didn't know what was said. When he finished the conversation and hung up, he turned to me and smiled.
"Kathryn my hot little nympho, (he liked calling me that the whole trip), you have a nice date tonight."
I looked up at him with a startled look of disappointment and asked, "You mean I don't get to spend the night with you again? I really was looking forward to having some romance with you."
He put his arm around me and looked into my sad eyes and answered, "It will be alright Kathryn. He's taking you to a gala and is going to paying 1000 euros for your company. You probably won't even have to have sex. He just wants to be seen with a gorgeous girl. So just go have some fun."
Well I smiled, hugged him and asked what time. He told me 6 to mid-night and he'll have his driver take me back to Paris. It was what I agreed to last night, but didn't think it would happen so soon. At least I had three hours to prepare and have fun roaming Versailles.
We spent another hour at the palace and then went to get a drink. I needed a Marini to relax me. When it was time, he drove me to this white house behind an iron fence. We went up and a middle aged thin guy answered. He told us to come in, picked up a phone and called to someone, telling him I was here. This older, balding, big guy came down the stairs. I don't know if he was fat or just wide built like a football player. He looked at me and smiled. Taking my hand, he kissed it and said I was very "Tres Bella". He said his name was Maxima, but people called him Max, and had a great evening planned. I asked where I could change and he told Lamar, his butler, to show me where to dress. As I walked up stairs, I could hear Maurice asking for my fee. Then he said something again in French, as I went into an empty bedroom and began unpacking my bag.
Some 45 minutes later I was washed, dressed and all sexy in my black dress that I brought from home. It wasn't real short, but the length was a few inches above my knee. It had thin spaghetti straps and low cut so my cleavage would be seen. I had my comfortable classy black heels, so not to look like a hooker by wearing stilettos. When I came out, Max grinned and told me I looked ravishing. Then off in his S class Mercedes with Lamar driving us to our outing.
We turned into this drive to this large building all in white that looked like a palace but was just a hotel.