I took it out and so a leather collar with a chain leash attached to it. I looked again and found lot's of stuff there. High heel shoes with a small l...ck, A tube of lubricant, enema and a buttplug with a horse tail."What the fuck?" After a few seconds I put everything back under the bed and went to my room.I sat down and turned on her laptop. "If she's into BDSM she must have something here."And I started to search trying to find something. And I did. A folder called "club".I opend the first. "look I'm not gonna pretend this whole experience with you hasn't been creepy but I'm really horny right now and you ruined my playtime by scaring me with that phone, so why don't you come in here for a second so i can talk to you properly" Seconds later there was a small knock at my cubicle door i unlocked and in came the man wrapped in a towel. I pushed him onto the stool and ripped of the towel and his cock sprang to attention. i pulled on my knickers and again spoke to him "you want a show. Yes we rich bitches live a pampered life, one off scented baths and oils, shopping and parties, but beneath the facade, the basic need of copulation burns bright in our souls, and in our loins, the boredom and tedium of having nothing to do but think and feel the burning desire of the lower classes, the woman, envious of our style, and their men, of just fucking us, and right now having shag, would suit me fine, thank you very much.'Excuse me maam, I did not see him and he surprised me, the. The eggs in the frying pan had a greenish tint. He took some, sat down, and tried them. They tasted rotten. Ketchup, lots of it, didn’t help. Disgusted, he stood up, took the dish to the sink, and scraped the eggs into the garbage disposal. ‘I’m not hungry,’ he explained. ‘Gotta eat, boy,’ Uncle Ezra said, spraying food in Matt’s direction. ‘We have another appointment with the lawyer at two this afternoon,’ Matt said. His aunt looked surprised. ‘What’s that all about?’ she asked. ‘Yeah,’ Uncle.