No more. No more half-crazy, jealous Jane. No more hard-bodied Kendra, with her red-gold hair and colored contact lenses. No more stories about Mr. Pe...is. No more eavesdropping from upstairs. Who would move in next? And how would Laura keep them from hearing what went on in her own apartment?The phone rang. It was Mavis, whom Laura had not seen for weeks."What happened to you, did you get another pimple?" she teased Mavis. "I miss you bad, darling."It was remarkable how her heart, and in fact. I about trip myself getting out of bed. A rush of emotion runs through my stomach again. It burns with lust. I am not lusting to be controlled and in control. I cannot decide what I want more, to be the controller or the controlled. I shower and finish and expect to see what I figured I would see. My clothes are all placed on the bed. Black pin strip skirt, black matching jacket and white camisole. Topped off with black pantyhose and four-inch heels.I sit having a cup of coffee thinking about. " He chuckled when she quickly looked down at her shirt to see that even through her bra, her nipples were poking out against the 2 thin layers of fabric. She blushed a deeper shade of red and quickly crossed her arms over her chest.Carl reached over and took her hands in his, his fingers brushing against the fullness of her chest as he removed her arms from their resting spot. He gently clasped her hands in his and said, "Allie, don't cover them up. I like it that just looking at me gets you. She began her day by showering,and shaving herself, as per her grooming instructions. She got dressed, inserted her butt plug and went to work. She had a quiet morning, and, ather 10:30 bathroom break, she removed her plug and put on her panties.Sir, she would like to thank you for allowing her to do this, it makes her feel more normal. She got your email in the afternoon, and had to delay her3:00 bathroom break, because, when she was chastising one of her uselesssubordinates, the little worm.