“Actually, this is my house, studio and holiday home, Lauren” said Marlene, guiding them through the hallway and into what appeared to be a recept...on area, much like an office suite. “I’ve done the downstairs as my studio, and the upper floors are just like a normal house. Saves taxes, you know!”The reception area contained a formal office desk on the right, with a sofa opposite it. A door leading off the far end, marked `Dark Room’ was closed. A sign above the door looked like it would say `Do. I cleared the table and went to the kitchen. I came back with 2 cups of ice cream and a cup filled with chocolate sauce. I kept them on the chair and lifted sonam to place her on the table. She was smiling when I placed her head on the table. I got the cup of chocolate sauce and poured it on her lips. She was about to lick it when I signaled her not to. I applied some on my lips too and lay on top of her. We both started kissing each other and eating the sauce of each other lips. We did it for. One of the advantages of going into work early was that Cyndi got home early every afternoon. She’d originally shifted her schedule when her family was younger, but now enjoyed having some extra time before dinner. With all of the activities lately, Cyndi felt like she’d been on the run for weeks. This was the first afternoon that she found herself with a few minutes to just relax. She kicked off her heels and went upstairs to her bedroom to change. She was soon stripped down to just a bra and. But Madame appeared and pulled me into an empty corner. "Misty, how are you this morning?” She smiled broadly, probably the first time I’d seen her true smile. “You were quite full of yourself last night. Did you enjoy everything?" Yes Madame, thank you.” What else could I say?"Do you have any questions about tonight?" No Madame, I think I understand what I’m to do." Good. I’ve put you with a couple of my more important clients who enjoy… well, let me say, more extensive activities. Do you.