When she stepped on those tiles in the bathroom, she felt that it was much colder than the wooden floor she had been walking on. She walked up to the ...athtub and smelled the flowery odor coming from it. She again found it strange how she didn't need to undress to get in bath. Running around naked sure had some advantages. Feeling the temperature with her toes first, she noticed that it was warm but just right. And she slowly lowered herself into the bathtub. The bathtub was rather big, and she. "Yes Sir I'll try to only count out 15... or so."With that smart ass answer your hand smacks into my ass and I gasp."That is the first and it will be the last if you don't count right, slut." Your hand is resting on my ass and I'm breathing hard."Yes Sir. One!" and your hand pulls back and comes down again but onto the other cheek."Two... Three... Four... Five." You switch back and forth between my cheeks and they are reddening quite nicely. My pussy is dripping down my legs and onto your lap.. . had really taken place?. Almost everyone just assumed that these rumors were baseless and had there connection to all of hoopla and gossip that went with these spiced up historic events? The local towns people especially the business owners loved these racy and perverse rumors as the thought and stories became not only the talk of the town it also became the reason why so many of tourists came to watch! The result had brought an enormous amount of money to the community.But the rumors. When I came into the bathroom however, a new surprise greeted me. The lipstick was gone. Not a trace remained on the mirror. It had simply disappeared. Fully confused now, I decided I must have imagined it. That was the only explanation that fit. A hangover hallucination. I didn’t know if such things existed, but it sounded good to me. The rest of the day drug by as I tried to get over my suffering. At odd times though, the memory of that lipstick message played through my mind. Toward.