It felt kind of weird filling herself up like that, but it wasn’t bad. After disposing of the results, she stepped into the shower, which had been r...nning hot. It was nice and relaxing. She let her mind go blank, and stood under the hot spray, letting the bullshit of the work day rinse away. After a thorough scrub down, she pulls out a new razor and smoothes her skin to baby butt consistency. Careful attention to the deep cut V above her pussy, sharpening the edges and scraping away any wayward. Indeed, she felt like an empress, or rather a favored houri, and would not be surprised to find a ruby set in her navel, nor sandalwood upon her nipples. She was alone in bed, and rose in languor to put on a filmy robe and go to the bathroom.Washing, listening, she heard movement downstairs and knew they were still in the house. Where else would they be, with so much at hand and so willing? She climbed into the shower stall and closed the glass doors. Maybe they would, at some time in the. Sabra, a very slim, mildly pretty brunette with a round face, big brown eyes behind big black glasses, was reclusive and shy. She showed an odd conflict of naive vs. longing that seemed out of place for a mid 30 years old woman. For some unknown reason, she was constantly drawn to me, crossed my path and finally, boldly introduced herself. Why was she clinging to me so much? I was not attracted to her at all. Our department was a competitive group, yet we all cheered a woman who got a patent. Sir Jerk of the Pickled Liver.Did you know there are not one, but two Rivieras? Yeah, me neither. I mean, it was not something they taught in school, was it?There is the French Riviera of the Bond movies and other films. Then there is the Spanish Riviera that attempts to rival the French for opulence and decadence. From what I was able to find online, the Spanish have some fantastic coastal resorts but they can’t match the French attitude. I’ll let you decide if that is good or bad!The storm.