’ ‘Well, well. Not all the rooms look the same.’ She said. I laughed in response. My room was a mess—though no worse than normal. ‘I suppose...yours is much tidier than this, is it?’ She giggled. ‘No, not really, but the mess is more of a… girly mess. More make up, smaller T-shirts and… well… the underwear is different altogether.’ ‘Well, you’re welcome to come in and examine my mess more closely… or invite me to your room—wherever it is—and give me the chance for a comparison.’ At that moment. Very bad form for a model to violate the merch! I was careful to wash really well down there and could see the redness from my waxing was gone. It was still a little sore but I couldn’t tell if that was from the brutal fucking I had just gotten or from Nella’s hotwax (those Italians beauticians love to instill pain)! Either way, it hurt so good!I finished up and wrapped a towel around me. I went inside the walk-in closet and shut the door. I placed a hand over my smooth, clean pussy. It was. After they smoked the usual Friday night stash R.J. was suddenly looking at Josh in a way that confused him. R.J. blurted "what the hell is wrong with you man, what are you looking at?" Josh, slowly stammered back, "I was just looking to see if you were still there, you ain't said shit for 15 minutes." R.J. had been in a semi trance affixed on the thought of Steffie's pussy. "Oh shit man, my frikkin' cock is gonna fall off!" They both busted out laughing because both of them had the same. There were plenty of volunteers for that role. Looking back, I could see the hand of Jenny's people helping me, but I knew in my heart that I could have done my time without what she did.When I finally got my pity party thinned out, I realized just how screwed I was. I had been paroled to her custody. This was my official residence, and it would take weeks to get it changed... if I wanted to change it. I knew what happened to most newly released offenders. The gauntlet I'd had to run in.