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I had some friends in Paris from my modeling days, and hit one of them for a place to stay overnight and a little money, to get me to Switzerland, where my bank and money were. I took the TGV from Paris to Geneva and went directly to the US consulate. I wanted a passport in my own name, which would make it easier to get my bank account. I told Hardcore them a series of half truths, that I’d been falsely imprisoned, sexually used, and transported to Europe under an assumed name. They checked my fingerprints and other biometric data, which matched, of course and got me a new passport. I’d gotten a new passport photo before I arrived, and had gotten a good phony driver’s license in my real name in Montreal. It took a couple of days for them to check everything out and get me the new passport, but I had modeling friends in Geneva to stay with, in the meantime. I got my passport and with my drivers license, accessed my bank account in Geneva. I had scads of money there. 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I was counter suing for false imprisonment, sexual servitude, etc. Very quickly the judge ruled in my favor and awarded me a hundred million in damages, along with triple punitive damages. What with appeals, it may be years before I see anything, but for now the contract is void. I’d ditched my burner phone on the airplane, but got another one in Paris. Once I felt somewhat settled, I texted Paul, asking where I could wire him some money and asking him to fly to London to meet me. He said he’d been worried sick and gave me the information. He said my former ‘friends’ had put out a million dollar reward for information as to where I was. Does it sound like I was paranoid? Wouldn’t you be? I had wired Paul a million dollars and told him to text me when he got to London. I had a London friend check him out and give him instructions to take the train to Paris. I had another friend check him in Paris and tell him to come to Geneva. In the meantime, I’d made sure the Swiss police were aware of my former abduction and told them my captors might try to take me again. I now have a lovely place in Geneva, far from where I’d been and far from the people who abused me. Paul lives here with me and I am working on another big idea, but this time, I’m letting Paul be the blonde person in charge. He knows what I want and need and the staff takes it all better from him than they would from me. This is a semi-fictional story based on an encounter I once had. I wish I remembered her name, it started with a "J" or an "H" or a "G", either way it was as exotic as she. I could tell he liked that, it brought a moan from him. “Like watching your lady tongue kissing me while I am teasing myself to a squirt orgasm? “that would be perfect, tequila is good. “Oh, Cin, you make me feel so good!” Stacy breathed, before Cindy covered her mouth with her own, and darted her tongue into Stacy’s mouth. 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