Her headache was certainly not elf sized, but on the bright side she wasn't lying in bed beside a naked elf wearing one of those stupid hats with the ...ell on the top. And at least her stomach wasn't too bad — she hadn't made it as far as the "let's all get a kebab" stage as far as she remembered.What did she remember?Well there was the last vodka and she and her friends had gone to the powder room. She'd wanted a cigarette but they didn't allow smoking in the bar. The fire door at the end of. Her pussy, still showing signs of her recent orgasm, almost twinkling with moisture, much of which had leaked onto her thighs.I watched as a hand curled round from behind her and felt her pussy, obscuring my view. I curbed my annoyance. I would let Miss have her fun but would extract my payment later.“Is the Slut wet?” I asked, stating the obvious.“Soaked,” came the reply and I watched two fingers disappear inside Slut’s cunt. She gave a moan and would have fallen had not Miss held her. "Apparently quite a few of the hairdressers and beauticians got to seeyour pretty little chastity device, too. They told me all about it!That's twenty carrots you've earned already today, baby girl! Isn'tthat wonderful?"Daphne nodded agreeably and chewed harder on her dum-dums - mostly toavoid saying anything stupid in reply. About fifty metres from thesalon, Nanny stepped inside another store, and it was only when thediapered sissy glanced up that she realised she was being dragged into'La. Rhys stepped inside. On one of the sofas, a diaphanous green gown hung over the backrest, discarded and forgotten. A few chairs had been knocked over.“What the hell happened here?” he asked. “The room looks like a battlefield.” The atmosphere was all wrong too. Before, the Common Room had exuded a calming atmosphere and laughter was never far away. Now, the flickering windows, the upturned furniture – it all felt wrong somehow.“I’d call that a spirited brawl,” Borna muttered. “Did Celeste do.