Fortunately, it was late at night and nobody else was using it; the car I had come up in was still there, and the doors opened immediately with a ring...of the bell. I slammed my back against the wall of the elevator and waited for the doors to close. Absentmindedly, I punched the ground floor button.By the time the bell rang again, signalling my arrival on the ground floor, I had slipped down the wall. I was sitting on the floor of the elevator, with my knees tucked up to my breasts, hugging. It made me wet, and I felt so dirty. I have small pert tits, black hair with bangs, long legs and full lips, but my best feature is my ass. I wore short dresses to the laundry room, tiny pleated skirts, tight little pajama shorts that showed my pussy lips and the crack of my ass. Sometimes I wore lingerie: thigh highs, tiny lace dresses, fishnets, push up bras that thrust my tits out and exposed the tops of my nipples. I felt so dirty, dressed like a whore, my clit pressed against the dryer, my. ”She asked, “Is that correct Mary? Is there anything else you need to tell me?”Mary shook her head and managed to say, “No, the poor thing just grabbed his chest and passed out. I didn’t know what to do so I got David.”“Alright then,” she said. “I think it would be best for you to go to David’s room and I’ll come get you if I need anything else.”I said, “Thank you Miss Stevens, I’ll take good care of her,” as I led Mary to my room.When we got to my room I asked, “Is there anything I can do. I could feel how sexy she must be feeling. Some time I was touching her thigh. We reached our home. I parked the car in the garage. While coming out she just wrapped herself with a dupatta but I was bare body with only my jeans. I hold her on her waist and guided her to the room. She suddenly went to bath room and I too went to take a bath.It was evening 8o’clock. I was taking a nap. She came to my room to ask about the dinner. She was not wearing a tight tops and a Capri. As usual she was.