"The time is oh six hours fifty-five minutes." Argh," Joey moaned, then opened the shower's door."Warning!," the computer chirped instantly. "Sonic sh...wer deactivated. On next use, please deactivate sonic shower and wait for the end of cycle tone before opening door. This will ensure..." Computer, time!" Joey barked, cutting it off, as he reached for his underwear."The time is oh six hours, fifty-five minutes," the female voice replied.Joey stepped into his tunic and zipped it up, then paused. The wet road reflected a blaze of colour. Red car tail lights, orange street lamps, white headlamps and the many colours of neon shop lights. Perhaps if I’d noticed the puddle in the gutter around a blocked drain I might have avoided it – the speeding taxi didn’t and I could only estimate the damage to my Azor la Mode designer shoes. From the unpleasant wet feel of my socks I knew the shoes were soaked. I had intended to wait outside the restaurant but drying off in a comfortable chair had. “Agree or disagree and it won’t change anything. Everything else I have planned will still happen. I’ll even let you sit there and cum to your heart’s content before we move on. No camera. No confession. No mention of it ever again. It’s your choice.”“I want to do it,” I whispered, surprising myself.“Are you sure?”“No,” I said, giggling softly even as I began pulling my dress up over my head and dropping it on the carpeted floor between us. “I mean, yeah, I’m sure, only… I’m not sure why?”She. ‘Can’t keep my eyes open another second. Meet you in bed.’ ‘Be there in a few,’ he mumbled. After a quick few strokes of my toothbrush, I tossed my nightie down over my head and wiggled making it fall all-l-l the way down to the tops of my thighs. I twisted and turned, modeling for myself in front of the bathroom mirror. ‘Sexy hot chick,’ I whispered in the quietest voice while I let my hands roam from my breasts to between my legs, lingering here and there. I lifted the hem of my nightie and.