Once I stepped inside, she motioned me to follow. We approached the stairs and she stepped on something on the floor. I couldn’t make it out but the...stairs that had lead up to the private rooms lifted up to reveal steps leading to a basement.“That’s quite a secret you’re showing me.”Altea shot me a quick, humorless glare. She was on edge, just like when she’d left the night before. Her hurried steps lead us to a narrow corridor with four doors on either side. Every door had a thick, heavy lock. Her fingers barely satisfied her, but it was all that she could handle. She couldn't afford to buy a new dildo every night.Eventually she found sleep, wondering what her meeting with Latrexiawould bring to light. Her sleep was riddled with dreams, nightmares,and fantasies, but she awoke early the following morning, despite herlate-night masturbation session.She spent most of the day cleaning the apartment, changing sheets, andmaking sure the place was presentable. Part of her was a neat. . ecstatic and angry. She was still bewildered by Amy's reaction to her flushing request note. She was unsure what to do next ... all she knew was the situation had stressed her out and it was over something so stupid as the flushing of a toilet.She stumbled down the hallway, hungry from lack of dinner the night before. When she opened the bathroom door, she was met with the same irritable odor to her nostrils, the familiar, disgusting aroma of Amy's shit lying in the unflushed bowl.She thought. He knew that it was very possible for the two of them to fill the next 7+ hours or so with nothing but nonstop sex interspersed perhaps with a nice sexy shower together as well.Tom had been amazed at how much Susie's sexual experience and performance had increased during the months he'd been intimately involved with her. She'd gone from being a rather naive and inexperienced young wife who really didn't know that much about sex to a young woman who not only knew how to suck Tom's cock and bring.