Reaching down to the table where Anna had placed some toys earlier, he looked over the available items. She would stay the night, and tomorrow she would put her professional persona back on and walk out of the door, in control once more. XXX “Come on, Anna,” she muttered to herself as she entered the room, “it’s not as though it’s the first time you’ve done this.”
She placed her small suitcase on the bed, and went quickly to the bathroom, where she checked her hair and makeup and then briskly removed her jacket, blouse and skirt, leaving her wearing only an insubstantial black lace bra, black stockings, black high heels and a tiny black lace thong, which she adjusted so that the diamanté bow rested centrally at the top of her pert arse.
