” “Where’s the sugar?” she asked bending over in front of me, opening the bottom cupboard. The T-shirt rode up exposing her ass and pussy. My ...ock oozed out more pre-cum. I gulped and said, “Oh it’s up here.” and pulled out the sugar and a spoon for her. “What about cream?” and immediately turned to the fridge and bent over again exposing her ass and and wet pussy. “We don’t have any cream.” She turned and looked at my boxers.“Oh really? It looks like you have lots of cream!” she said laughing.. " "Relax, Sir. I'll be fine. May I have a cold washcloth, please?" "I'll just get it. Would you like a glass of water as well?" "Sir?" "Yes, Annie?" She lifted her head and turned towards me, then laid back down on the pillow, looking up at me. "I'm fine, Sir. I've had worse. Please don't worry." I sighed and ran my fingers through her hair. "Okay. If you're sure." "I'm sure." I took one last look at her and accepted her judgment. Making my way into the bathroom, I ran a facecloth under cold. ‘Whuuu..?’ She muttered. He took another deep breath, continuing, ‘But in my dream, I was still in my room, laying on my back on the bed, ..but I couldn’t move.’ She tilted her head as she asked, ‘Well why couldn’t you-‘ Cutting her off, he went on. ‘So… I watched as, above my feet, on my wall, some kind of computer program that was projected onto the wall by a projector or something, started doing stuff on it’s own.’ He bit his lip as he thought for a moment. ‘Then I was like, was terrified. Work, for Ava, was something she loved. Whenever her shift began, she felt an ever growing exponential love for her career. There was joy to be found in every second she was working, her painted red lips grinning and her co-workers grinning right back. She even loved the uniform; it made her hips look narrower, her eyes greener and her breasts fuller. There was nothing to loathe about Ava's job, because she was a burlesque dancer. Ever since she was little she had craved the limelight, feeling.