“You’re wearing all the clothes a little slut needs” he replied. “I can’t leave like this” I was becoming frantic. He grinned evilly “We...l, you aren’t leaving with these.” He held up the clothing I had worn to come over. I turned to come back into the room, my head hung in shame. I stood in the middle of them all, looking at the floor, seeing my legs in the shimmering black nylon, the high heels on my feet, reminding me of what kind of position I was in. “I want you all to fuck me.” I. ” Kate pushes herself away from him and grabs his hand. “Come on,” she demands. “We eat first then we have dessert.”For River, dinner seemed to last forever. They both ordered light meals to get fed while not taking forever. Jocelyn may be working late in the lab, but she would still be home at some point tonight.By the time they leave the restaurant, River is aching to touch her again, to feel the warmth of her body. As they drive out of the parking lot, Kate is slipping the zipper of her. "It's clean and in good condition," Dory said immediately."Steve?" Albert said, turning to me."Boring," I said, almost wishing I hadn't."Don't you like it?" Dory asked, looking dismayed."I don't dislike it, but I don't love it either," I admitted. "It has no character. On the other hand, it's in great condition, clean, on a great lot, and a great location. We'd be crazy not to think about it carefully." I can see a lot of potential for giving it some character," Albert said. "A bit of. ”“Morphine works wonders, darling,” Leticia replied. “And my body sculpturist is taking the stitches out next week, then I can display the scars.” Leticia had more scars from burns and bodily penetrations than anyone else in the club – anyone still alive, that is. Lots of club members sought her out every month just so they could run their hands over her scars while they fucked what was left of her brains out.“If you decide to paint designs around your scars to better display them,” Béla.