We drank water and champagne. It was a great evening.On the way home I felt an urge to pee. "May I use your bathroom? I haven't used one since the aft...rnoon." I asked as we were at her door. "Sure." she replied.As I left the toilet, I looked for the first time around her apartment. It was a one piece, with a small kitchen with a small table on one side and a double bed on the other by the window. In front of the entry door there was a black leather couch and in front of it a big wardrobe. A. Those fine legs, and the contrast between their presentation to the world and the rest of her appearance, had, over the three days she had been researching at that desk, caught the attention of several other library users, and some of them had made one or another excuse to speak to her, to try to make her acquaintance. The library staff, watching the inevitable brush-offs, had quietly enjoyed the discomfiture of several young men and one girl so far, when one more young man arrived at the desk. Tayna could hear the girl's choked sobs and looked briefly around but could only see her hair hanging forward brushing the ground, her sweat soaked pink cotton blouse sticking to her thin shoulder and her bare buttocks sticking up behind. She slowly realised that the poor girls already rotten colourless skirt must have been ripped to shreds below her waist by the probing bayonet.It surely couldn't continue much longer, Tayna's buttocks too were now being prodded by another soldier's bayonet as. I decided that I would go for sexy, black smoky eyes, with thickening mascara for my lashes, light foundation on my face and a thick layer of lip gloss. I sprayed Amys ‘Jean Paul Gaultier’ all over my body and stood back to admire myself. Fuck me, I looked like a real cock-hungry slut, with my smoky sultry eyes and glossy lips. I stepped into the basque, pulled it up over my body and fastened the clasps at the back. Then I slipped into the stiletto heels. I was ready for a morning, with my.