He let out a bitter laugh. Princeton sure as hell wouldn’t have anything to do with him. He knew how the situation looked from their point of view. ... poor black kid with a drug abuse problem, no matter how intelligent, had no place there now. The bus crunched to a stop. Darren looked out the window. The bus holding the twenty or so inmates had parked in front of the dungeon they would call home for the foreseeable future. The process was painfully slow. From getting searched to getting supplies. " Oh, I am. But in my imagination, you're serving something else - for a clientele of one."The outrageous idea quickens my pulse."May I serve you, dressed like this?" I reach toward the risque display before pulling back, feeling a little foolish."It's all right, Jan. You can touch them if you like."On the right hangs a snow-colored lace basque with a matching crotchless panty. When my survey encounters its codpiece, from which protrudes a massive, polished tusk, I let out a dismayed. I unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down her shapely legs. I stopped when I noticed that she didn't have any panties on. Her trimmed blonde muff looked back at me, her pussy lips playing peek-a-boo.I remembered the pianist at the bar had called out for the women who weren't wearing underwear tonight to sound off, and Carly had been one of the ladies who gave a big loud "WOOOO!" back. Heh, how had I forgotten that?'Oh well,' I thought, 'her skirt's almost off anyway.' I pulled it the rest of the. It was lubricating oil. Hmmm. That presents some interesting ideas. We'll see how things go first. He put that bottle back on the counter and picked up the other bottle. It was peach scented body lotion. Armed with that a couple of clamp things and the feather, Darren slipped back into the bedroom.He could see Stephanie squirming. Carefully he set the toys on the nightstand and making lots of noise, he undressed. Then he knelt on the bed and brought his lips to her ear. "Too bad your husband.