“Yeah she’s drunk,” I say out loud to myself, she is only messy when she gets trashed. I put her purse on the table, her shawl on the appropriat... hook and turn all the lights off as I head up to the bedroom. I walk into the bathroom to do the nightly prep work, seeing her dress on the floor, and the toilet unflushed. I finish brushing my teeth, flush the toilet, and throw her dress in the hamper. As I walk to the bedroom, the door sticks like something is blocking the way. I get nervous,. She sneered down at the kneeling male and obligingly slipped a slender thumb behind the elasticated waistband, making his task a little easier. Monroe was now beginning to get great pleasure from the submissive role, his balls tingling at the curt looks he received from the nubile woman, the contempt in her facial expression keeping his cock stiffly erect; he knew the memory of his abuse of her would be fresh in her mind, and spiteful revenge at the forefront of her thoughts. Being humiliated. Pink and red sashes are tied in streamers on all four posts. I barely hear water running through the wall. Stacy is back. She’s in pink 6 inch heels. The straps crisscross themselves and are tied just below the knee. She is holding a champagne bucket with a chilled bottle in the one hand and two flutes in the other. “I’m filling the hot tub. It won’t take long. It’ll shut off automatically. Care for a little wine?” “Umm Stacy? Who else lives here?” I stand to greet her as I ask. Bt this. "fuck it." She thought, let the librarian takecare of it, that's what the city pays her for." Catherine grinned toherself as she shoved the book in a random corner of the shelf. The feelinginside her was growing, she'll probably even skip Jack in the Box tonight, toomany stops, "Just one stop tonight" She thought to herself as shewaved the librarian goodbye and walked through the book detectors heading forthe door. She couldn't wait for what she had in store for herself tonight. Thehigh heels.