I suspect you already know that they are very particular about ensuring they always look well-groomed without any detectable body odor. They are in th... minority on this train. That old hag and her ilk tend to smell like whores, just after a warship comes into port and grants their sailors shore leave. Our modest bathing facilities aren’t up to their standards, so they don’t bathe, except in perfume.”“I don’t want you to get to any trouble on our account. We have a sink, soap, washcloths, and. M. I wanted it to be nine-thirty a.m. Then I remembered that I had paid her well for my cookies. I also remembered she was home alone because her daughter was staying with her ex.I got up and walked to Linda's house. I rang the doorbell twice. Moments later I saw the peephole on her door open. She laughed and opened the door wide.She was naked and smiling. "So you couldn't wait to get your cookies Peter?" We both laughed as I moved into the room and lifted her up into my arms. She. He had been at work all day, so he was dressed in a grey suit, wearing my favourite silk tie. I gulped, tempted to look down. I wanted to see what he had written on me. As if the man could read my mind, he stood up, a delicious smirk on his face. I wanted to kiss him. I couldn't even if I wanted to right now, not when I'm like this. He helped me up, my hands still bound, making sure I don't stumble and fall over. Walking me over to the long body-length mirror, he placed me directly in front of. She sucked on the gag and wet herself, for it was a long journey, but, except for the claustrophobia of being in a coffin, she could manage. At least her mother wasn't going to die anytime soon. But what was in store for herself?Ultimately, after much tilting and bumping, the coffin came to rest and the lid was opened, and her dark adapted eyes were blinded by bright lights. Men cut the tape binding her arms, freeing her squashed breasts. Then they put rope around her wrists and lifted.