“I’m not really that much of a bitch, deep down.” I looked at her sceptically. “Ok, way, way deep down.”We giggled.“Fine, sure”, said Me...an. “It can be a rush to know what you’re doing is turning them--holy crap! You got off on that? I thought you were just having fun, but--”I clapped my hands, slowly. “At last!” I said.“And then you say I’m a bitch”, said Megan, tossing her head. “I can’t believe this shit.”I patted Megan’s shoulder.“Listen, imagine Rose were here”, I said. “Think of her cute. Thursday is a bad day for me to take you out to dinner because that’s when I do my community service. Tonight would be the best night to do it.”“You are in trouble with the law?”“Why are you asking?”“You said you were doing ‘community service’.”Paul laughed and said, “Oh, that’s what I call it when I go and help out at the parish with their bingo game.”She laughed and at the same time seemed a little relieved to hear his explanation.“Going to dinner would be nice, what time will you pick me. I also realised that I wasnow sitting on my penis and that it was very aroused and would have beenvery erect was it not trapped beneath the firm control of the pantygirdle.She placed my fingers in a bowl of water and asked me to keep themthere. She ran her fingers through my hair. My hair was medium lengthand I kept it combed back. She opened a bottle and started rubbing thatall over my hair and combed it straight. Then she got a rubber cap andonce in place she started pulling hairs though. The walls, floor, and ceiling were styled in dark browns and reds that were crisscrossed by geometric patterns in shining gold. They radiated outwards from a crystal chandelier, which served as the room’s centerpiece. Ornate pillars hewn from the same red marble that was present in the lobby held up the roof, each one artfully decorated with more patterns, and the stage was framed by a giant sunburst that brought to mind the flared feathers of a peacock.The kitchens were no longer operating,.