That was just the way it was. As with most everything else, nobody said anything about it. I habitually walked nude from my bedroom to the bathroom an... back when I went to take a bath. One rule that had been established verbally was that the bathroom door never be locked, in case somebody got sick or slipped in the bathtub and needed help. If I needed to talk to my mother when she happened to be in the bathtub, I'd just walk into the bathroom and address her, as if she'd been sitting at the. It’s our little secret, after all, that I get off on it. An exhibitionist, you said with a devious smile. Oh, that look, accompanied by the twinkle in your eye as you suggested we go out dancing or, to be precise, that I go down to the club and that, perhaps, you’ll follow. I can feel your eyes on me from time to time. It’s exhilarating. I’m pretty sure the guys think I’m flirting with them, but I’m not. I’m flirting with you, even though you’re invisible. You are the one I’m putting the show. Oh hell, the damage is done. Let’s quickly get what we want from him and dump him.”A few hours later a van arrives and the prisoner is placed in cell two after being checked by a doctor. The doctor tells me, “You won’t be able to talk to him for about twelve to twenty-four hours. He’s got a mild concussion, and that prolongs the effect of the drugs given him to keep him quiet. Heck, if the concussion is worse than I think he may be in a coma for days or weeks.” The information isn’t well. “Oh, yes, baby, Miss is gonna cum… make me cum pet, make me cum hard,” I tell her. “Giggles, yes, Miss,” she says. “It’s coming, I can feel your pussy gripping me, cum, Miss, cum on my hand.”My body shudders and I cum, showering Lucky’s hand and the barstool. “Oh my god!” I hiss.“Mm, Miss, that was so hot. Please take me home so we can fuck,” she pleads.I finish my drink and stand to leave. Lucky stands too, I follow her out of the bar watching her as she walks. Her shorts do nothing to.