In the letter he explained that the job would not be very demanding, and wouldn’t pay much, but there again, I wouldn’t have much to buy, as he would buy everything for me. He also explained that I should expect to be punished every time that I made a mistake or was disobedient. He also enclosed a photograph of himself, and asked that if I was still interested I should write to him again and enclosed a photograph of myself, preferably without clothes on. Well, I didn’t have any photos like that, so when I wrote again, I enclosed a photograph of me in a bikini, and apologised saying that even if I had dared to get any nude photographs taken, I could never get them developed in the town where I lived. When Jon wrote to me again, he told me a bit more about the job, the hours, and what he would expect of me. He also explained that punishment comes in more forms than just spankings, and referred me to the magazine that the advert had been in. He then stated that I was to go over to his place for the weekend for a formal interview, and for us to ‘get to know blowjob each other’ before anal a final commitment would be made by either of us. He also assured me that no harm would come to me, that I could leave at anytime and that he threesome would pay all my expenses. I was to gay send him a letter stating which bus or train I would be arriving on, and that he would meet me at the station. Well, it’s one thing writing to someone, but another thing actually going to their house for a weekend when you haven’t even met them. I was in a right quandary. I spent the next couple of days trying to make up my mind what to do. I wasn’t concentrating on my job, and got told-off a few times. Looking back, I suppose that that helped me to make a decision. I checked the bus times, stud booked a ticket, and wrote a quick note to Jon. I would be arriving at eight-fifteen the following Friday evening. For me this took a lot of courage and if it wasn’t for the fact that I desperately needed for something interesting to happen in my life, that Jon’s letters and photograph gave me the impression that he was an alright sort of man, that the thought of the magazine turned me on every time I thought about it; then, I just wouldn’t have been going. On the Friday morning before leaving, I got another letter from Jon saying that I was to wear smart clothes for the interview and that trousers or jeans didn’t come into that category as far as he was concerned. That didn’t please me too much as it was April and in the UK April is never a warm month. Never mind I thought, I wanted to look my best, and spent hours deciding what to take with me and doing my make-up. I was glad that I had decided to take the whole day off work. In the end, I decided that I would wear a mini-skirt and white blouse, both of which I had made myself. 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