She wasn't answering her phone because the service at these frat houses is awful, so I decided to walk over there. Stupid, I know, but what else could...I do? I just wanted to make sure she was ok. I went to open the door but it was locked, so I knocked. Mike's fraternity buddy Rashad opened the door - he was definitely the toughest kid in the frat. He looked like a black Hercules, I swear to you. But we were always cordial, so I said hi and started walking in the house but he stopped me and said. Carlotta loved her job. No, more than that - her job was her life. It was always on her mind, whether she was at the store, vegging out in front of the TV, even on a date: her job was always there, tucked away in the corner of her brain.Except last night.For some reason, last night she hadn’t thought about work at all. She’d done something that she couldn’t remember doing since she was a teenager - she’d followed a whim. She hadn’t thought about the fact that she had work in the morning, she. “I’ve got a car available to me and I’ll see you get home if you want to come along.” “Let me call my carpool and let them know what’s going on.”Was this actually happening? Before he knew it the two were actually leaving work together and headed for the Hacienda Hotel across the street where he was staying. There, or so he led Ms. Rakoski to believe, they could wait in the bar until one of the guys with a car could be found. Once in the bar McGill occasionally excused himself to use the. “I hear these make you cum hard. You should have your husband use this one on you. Here, grab one for yourself, too. Tonya’s going to pay for it. Right, Tonya.”“Yes, Kimberly,” she said. I didn’t let her use my nickname.Then we moved onto the BDSM section. It had leather masks and all sorts of gags from balls to rings. When I saw the padded nipple clamps, I had to grab them. I glanced over at Tonya and smiled as I dropped those into the basket. They had plenty of whips, flails, riding crops,.