When I had calmed down and pulled my pants back up, I went to one of the windows.Downbeat thoughts arrived. I’m in this shabby office in this dilapi...ated old building. 1888, that’s when it was built. And I’m with whoever that person is over on the couch.I thought of the drug dealers and streetwalkers out there in the New York night, the noisy subway trains far down in their tunnels under Washington Heights. Some of the stations were so deep that they were connected to the street by elevators.I. I didn't even have to say anything when I arrived. Brenda simply dropped to her knees, bowed her head, and humbly asked, 'How may I serve you, Mistress?'"Susan's eyes bugged out. She loved everything about that. That's what I need to do a lot of! Any time Tiger comes home, I should be on my knees, bowing, wearing sexy lingerie or nothing at all, not counting my high heels and collar, of course. "How may I serve you, Master?" Oooh! Chills! I love the sound of that!Suzanne continued, "Phew! I was. Fingertip flicked the smoldering cigarette, ash drifted downward in a powerless spiral, and a purse of thin scarlet stained lips drew on its end, flaring the ember’s burn at its tip for a moment, before it returned to its weak and faded glow. Dark strands of pitch hung limply against her face, oily tendrils clinging to her brow. Hollowed cheeks, gaunt frame spoke of iron control and wild helplessness, the faint taste of bile lingered at the back of her throat. Beauty was fickle, the slender. "Shower time?" He asks and I kiss him hard. We walk into the shop and I walk over to the racks against the wall. I look back and he's standing by the door looking at the mannequins and sets lining the walls. "Damien!" I whisper yell to him and he looks over at me and grins,"Are you going to help me?" He walks over to me and starts shifting through the racks. "Just pick anything?" "Anything you'd want to see me in..." I whisper and run my fingers across his belt line before turning back to the.