"Yes.. so I start undressing you slowly..." he said putting the usual amount of detail that men put into these things, which is not much. He just wanted her in his room, naked and then on her back or on her knees. It was pretty simple in the end. For him.<br/><br/>He kept stroking his cock but was taken aback by her questions... what colour, what type? Oh, ok... he thought not expecting that kind of detail was required, he had simply started making up the whole fantasy based on what she was obviously doing to herself.<br/><br/>"It black.. don't you remember? I sent you to that expensive lingerie store, the store owner had orders to make you happy, to give you what you wanted at any price. I told you I like French classic lingerie the best, a corset, stockings, garter belt, French knickers.... you are wearing high heels, proper ones, not stripper heels, not open toe. Your hair is down, cascading over your shoulders. You look amazing, you have an evening dress over the top, a necklace on... you look good, expensive good Emma" he explained to her with reference to the whore comment she made.<br/><br/>"You keep your heels on, like all good expensive whores do, you leave your stockings on too. Understand?" he explains to her, feeling like he is pushing this further than he intended. "I lead you gently in, I am walking backwards, you forwards, you can see the room" if only she knew how many nights he had spent alone.<br/><br/>"Dance for me... I want you to dance for me, but don't take anything off... until I tell you too... pour me a drink... scotch... I will sit on the arm chair and you dance for me..." he instructs her as if she is really there.<br/><br/>"Will you be my whore tonight Emma? I want to hear you say it.. tell me..." he beckoned her to say she would be his whore, knowing that it might very well challenge her to say it.