The come-fuck-me shoes she flaunted were simultaneously irresistibly sexy and the least seductive thing about her. A man came up to the bar on her rig...t and said, "How's the table tonight?" She gave him a sly smile and replied seductively, “It’s been so hard, but that’s how I like it.” Her hand caressed the large, heavy pair of dice she was holding and every so slightly she bit her lower lip. Every eye was on her hand as she pumped it toward herself, rhythmically jostling the pair against her. " No," Brandi complained."Yes," Babs said, "you know it. I know it. Nolan here doesn't. You liked having a man dominate you when you were a man. You tolerated abuse." Mother and Mommy abuse me," Brandi whined."They abuse you so that you'll obey," Babs said. "What's the worst of it?" You know," Brandi evaded."Tell Nolan so he knows too." It's embarrassing." Go on." I hate being naked," Brandi mumbled."Speak louder." I want to wear clothes." When you visit us, you'll see that Mommy Mandy has. "Want to start tonight?" I asked, grinning.She threw her arms around my neck and whispered, "Oh yes! We should probably wait until after dinner, though." Because... ?" Because I took the liberty of inviting Dolores and Felicia and a few others to dinner, to celebrate." She answered, "Hope you don't mind!" Pretty sure of yourself, weren't you?" I said.Patricia smirked a little when she said, "Let's just say, I know you, and I know my Board, so I was fairly confident things would work out the way. She has been more than patient. She has been taken to the edge of passion, reading what he has shared from afar, in the dim light of her room, late at night. She has trembled and yearned to see him, touch him, have him.The noises in the house alert her to the likelihood he has entered. She hopes she is not mistaken. Was that his motorcycle pulling up, or simply one passing by? Was that the latch of her door, or just a creak from a settling timber like she frequently hears when all else is.