The pink rose’s adding softness to the harshness of the black. My matching Bra. No knickers, as requested. My favourite red dress and black sling-...ack heels completing the outfit. I had spent some time in the shower too, removing hair. My arms, legs and pubic area. I dressed quickly. I knew he would want another drink soon. That was my responsibility. Light make up, gloss, mascara. A light spray of Lolita and I was ready to descend downstairs. I turned the handle of the door and moved. Or maybe I'd make good on the gagthreat. Millie didn't know what to say. She still didn't feel empowered to dealwith this. Bobbi heard all this conversation but she was still oblivious to thedeep shit she was in. She ran to get the blouse. I went home. I assume that Bob & Millie had great sex that night - I was never told.We continued our light socializing, but as long as his cock kept dancingwhen he looked at me, I was his tormentor. We were out to dinner and Itold Bob to put on his lipstick.. I moved to her side and offered to buy her another drink. ?I thought you’d never ask? she replied, beaming. She added, ?You do know it’s rude to stare?. I blushed as I paid the barman a small fortune for another glass of champagne. She had a rich, cultivated accent. I couldn’t place it, but I guessed it was the result of education rather than social class. Her beauty was equally difficult to place; dark almond shaped eyes suggested an Arabic heritage, but her skin was pale and translucent.We. " We talked for a while she was onstage, and came back over when her set was over. She told me she was making some money while at college and asked me not to tell her folks about her job. "Stay around for my next set," she said. She went into the back room and I didn't see her for about a half hour. When she came out to dance again I was better prepared than before. I felt so excited to see my daughter's friend dance on stage. She kept an eye on me as she danced and took off more and more. She.