As usual, I thought with my randy member instead of my seldom-used brain, but in the end I guess I did the right thing. Sometimes your nuts are right....e were unloading a sight of heavy furniture into one of those large, brick houses when, through a half-open door, I saw this incredible woman getting out of her high-backed bathtub and damn near ruptured my employer. "Did you see that?" I asked him, regaining my balance and my grip."Gawd damn, you jackass. Don' ever do that." Did you see that. Nikki was told what to wear, what to say, and what to do. Aside from serving her husband sexually, she was pretty much ignored. Eventually, John would tire of his slut wife. After using Nikki, like a cheap toy, he told her to leave.Nikki had nowhere to go. She called her mother and arranged to move back home. Nikki remained with John for a final month, while she packed up her belongings and prepared for the move. John allowed Nikki to stay in their home, until her planned departure, but. I’m on my way home from a night out in the City, I’ve been out drinking in bars with my mates and I dressed up for the occasion. Black knee high boots with a thin metal stiletto heels, and a tight body fitting summer dress showing off my cleavage, legs and thighs. As I walk through my local tube station my skirt rides up higher, and when I’m standing on the escalators I realise all the suits behind me have a view of my ass cheekily exposed. I tug my skirt down conscious that I’m wearing only a. He was, however, subconsciously aware that something was not quite (whathis vanilla mind would call) right and was a lot quieter than he wouldnormally be.As they drove on through the night he became distracted by trying to stayawake and had completely forgotten the lip gloss and mascara by the timethey had started to get low on petrol. They pulled in to a servicestation and she and the other girls pretended to be asleep in case hetried to persuade one of them to pay for the petrol (if he.