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The house was simply gorgeous. I had never been in such an impressive, luxurious residence before. As a simple nurse working in accident and emergency my experience of high society was limited and my aspirations relatively humble. But as sexy Hertfordshire escort Jodie, working for Model Escorts Hertfordshire my eyes had been opened to a whole new world of wealth and sexual adventure.

Vincent showed me to my room for the weekend. The sash windows overlooked a magnificent orchard and had long distance panoramic views over the beautiful Hertfordshire countryside. A huge four poster bed dominated the interior and I was enthralled by the various paintings of nudes that adorned the walls, sensual and erotic in their depictions of the female form. I could see the ridges left by the oil paint and I brushed my fingers across the frames, almost willing the beautiful women to come to life and join me in the soft sheets of the bed.

I began to unpack my bags and thought long and hard about what I was to wear that evening. As one of the best escorts in Hertfordshire Jodie had a substantial wardrobe of sexy clothes and lingerie and I had chosen an array of outfits befitting my sexy weekend break. But then there was the other Jodie, the one that Vincent desired, uninhibited and submissive, a sexual animal that needed to be tamed and conquered. That sexy Hertfordshire girl Jodie had dark and naughty side and so I had brought along an outfit befitting her sensuality and desires and that I hoped would enflame Vincent’s strident and febrile passion.

I laid out the extravagant costume, a Marie Antoinette style creation with layers of petticoats, a bustierre and corset, white silk stockings and shoes. There were endless ties and strings and hooks and eyes and I knew that this would turn Vincent on, as each layer was removed patience was required but desire would grow. A wig and appropriate make up with beauty spot and I was ready in my role as a French courtesan, ripe for ravishing and a plaything for the powerful, commanding and dominating character that Vincent would play in our elaborate sex game this evening. I had been transformed from sexy Hertfordshire girl into a sex siren, a lusty wench in need of a man’s firm hand... I looked in the mirror and smiled, though I was trembling in anticipation at the events about to unfold I knew that I had unlocked something powerful and fulfilling within me, a real joy of sex and a desire to realise my true sexual identity as a submissive and eager nymph. I was Vincent’s to use and enjoy and I welcomed the thought of being his...

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