So Bruno would have to do for now. She had just purchased it, at the sex shop she worked at last night. She planned on starting her day by trying it o...t. But, Lana had called and said she wasn’t feeling well. She asked Roxy to come in early and run the store by herself. Roxy arrived at work a little while later, with Bruno in her purse. She always had a saying, “a dick is like American Express, you never should leave home without it.” She liked to go into the back room, and satisfy her own. "Phil looked up and saw Nÿte lying in a large alcove set in one of the walls. It was the first time he'd ever seen her completely naked and her pale white body was breathtaking. Her jet-black hair was untied and rained down on her pale shoulders like a waterfall of shadows. The inviting curves of her creamy white breasts rested against the floor of the alcove.She was not alone.Nurse Honey sat in another alcove on the other side of the room. She smiled down at Phil, her face that strange cross. Shulah was there with tea and sandwiches ready to serve them, but she was doing so without the benefit of any clothes. When she turned away from Molly the marks of her last whipping were clearly visible on her back, arse and thighs. The indrawn breath from Molly showed Derek that she had noticed the marks, but she did not run from the house, as he had quite expected.Instead she turned to him and asked, "Does she usually serve you like this?" Mostly," said Derek, "unless it's very cold weather.. He and his friends were wearing Letterman jackets and were clearly varsity athletes.“Didn’t she text you?” I asked. I suspected that Becky had lied to me. I could picture her inside the house, laughing her ass off. I felt like Charlie Brown after he was tricked into trying to kick a field goal. Lucy was never going to allow Charlie to do that. Lucy pulling the football away was the promise of Becky’s loyal servitude. I assumed that conniving little bitch had let me have a taste of what it was.