It wasn’t the shower scene from Psycho and she still needed to wash after her run. When the water in the shower began, I entered to shave. I saw i... the mirror that she turned in the shower to look at me. No words were spoken. We both knew it wasn’t credible that I “needed” to shave every day at exactly the same time she took a shower. There was at that instant a psychic understanding, an agreement. She knew I was a watcher. She was the watched. She dried in the shower but this time when. I pulled back the satin pink sheets, and climbed in to bed. It was soft, and the satin felt amazing against my clothing and skin. I almost slid about in the bed, and that’s when I felt something touch my ankle. Removing the covers I noticed the clips in each corner for the cuffs to lock to, which reminded me I hand’t put them back on! I quickly moved to the table, grabbed the cuffs and sat down to lock them in place. Just moving in this outfit was a HUGE turn on, and soon more cum was. I would leave this small town behind. Of that I was sure.I kept walking down the very dark street as my phone buzzed in my purse. Digging around I finally found it. It was a text from the delivery company saying my package arrived! Finally one good piece of news. I hurried home ignoring the usual group of older men that always waited for me to walk by. They would whistle and tell me I should work for them and that they would pay much better than a wing joint. They eyed up my round ass and. After undoing the last button and pulling her top free of her jeans, she placed one hand high on the window, allowing her top to fall open, exposing her white sheer bra. Watching her reflection in the glass I could see that her nipples were plainly visible through the material. She stood like this for a couple of minutes before one of the builders opposite noticed. He stared across at her for a while, probably not believing his eyes, before waving across one of his colleagues. As they both.