Free Continental Life by Ella Dominguez Page A

foods to remind you of me. Try to imagine it’s my cock in your mouth when you place these items in that beautiful mouth of yours. I will be doing the same with your foods and eagerly anticipating our next Continental Breakfast together.
     
    Yes, she could do that. It wouldn’t even be a difficult task.
    Once in the immense bedroom, she found an Agent Provocateur black lace, Cendrillon set lying on a tiger maple, queen-sized four poster bed. Touching the one-fourth cup bra, thong, suspenders, and silk stockings, she read the note that lay next to it.
     
    Though we may be apart, we have a date every night at exactly 10:30 p.m. I want you to shower and take your time when washing all those tasty parts of yours. When you’re done, I want you to dress slowly for me in the items I have picked out and placed in your closet. I want your sensual movements to make me hard. After that, I want to see you sprawled out in bed with your fingers buried deep inside of you. Give me a good show, Princess. Make me come .
     
    All of a sudden she remembered Xander’s statement of seeing everything and her eyes darted around the room. A small, red, blinking light in the corner of the room caught her attention. As she moved closer, she could hear the mechanical hum of the lens as it zoomed in on her. She stared up at it, her insides going into complete meltdown. Xander really was with her. He really was going to see everything. They may be miles away from each other, but she felt just as close to him at that moment as she did only minutes before when he had had his fingers in her. Nothing could be more heartbreaking and erotic than the thought of Xander watching her every movement from across town.

Seven
    Seated in her car in the small area designated for parking at the DDTC, Bella looked herself over. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Jogging her memory, she tried to recall everything that was contained in the first three chapters of the rule book but it all seemed fuzzy now. She had spent way too much time daydreaming about the show she had put on for Xander the night before. Her dreams had been filled with images of him with his dick in his large hand stroking himself as he came. She had watched him many times before and she knew well the look of elation on his face when he came by his own hand. It was a treat to be allowed to view something so private, but he seemed to enjoy giving her his own show and in turn watching her do the same to herself.
    Just before stepping out of her car to face her new instructors and fellow classmates, she slipped her engagement ring off her wedding finger and moved it to the digit directly next to it; the same finger Xander had placed her beloved ruby ring on before their split three years earlier. A chirp from her phone alerted her to a new text message.
     
    XP: A wonderful experience lies ahead for you. Your resolve will be tested and so will your way of thinking. Keep an open mind and heart.
    XP: My distance during class will merely be an unkind pretense, but it is necessary. I assure you, I feel only love and pride for you. Good luck tonight, Princess. Try to enjoy yourself.
     
    The next six weeks were sure to elicit many different emotions in her, but she doubted enjoyment or any derivative would be one of them. Hopefully she was wrong.
    Once inside the waiting area, she found two other women who had arrived just as early as she had and they both appeared just as nervous as she felt. They each sat quietly with their hands in their laps and when Bella came to the conclusion that neither of them was going to introduce themselves, she took the initiative. Being the first to break the ice, she wasn’t sure how she would be received, but both women promptly relaxed and began chatting with her in whispered tones.
    Clarissa , the elegant, sandy-haired psychologist dominated the conversation. She was only two years older than Bella, clocking in at thirty-four. Bella found it interesting that