Somewhere along the way, my wonderful butterfly discretely delivers, via an emissary a flight size bottle of nice Scotch whisky, fitting to her profes...ion and my attire I think. ‘Apparently Dutch courage works with Scottish liquor too!’ I think as I find myself standing behind her during the group photo, my hands gently playing with her body through the soft material of her dress. I can feel her smooth skin, the curve of her glorious buttocks, I trace the line of her G string as it delves. Before I thought about it, I said yes. It dawned on me as soon as I hung up that I would be cutting it very thin to drop off the documents, get to the city and conduct my business there, and get back by 4:30, so I just decided to leave right away. It was around ten, so I called M, figuring I would ask if I could come by around 11:30 or so, but no one answered. I decided to leave anyway, thinking I could just leave the documents in the door or something if she wasn’t home. I had asked. I considered taking matters in my own hands before I left but decided why tease myself. I want cock. My fingers would just not do right now. I called my at 9:45pm to let him know that I was horny and that he needed to be ready to fuck my brains out when I get home. He did not pick up though. I left him a voice mail then sent him a text. No response from him the entire night. That bastard probably is a sleep already, I thought to myself. I was now pissed that I might not even get fucked tonight.. And I think you could use a massage afterward.’ ‘Excellent suggestion.’ I tried to smile as I headed upstairs. A few minutes later, I stood underneath the hot spray of the showerhead, leaning back against the tile wall, my eyes closed. As the hot water cascaded down my front, I could feel the stress and fatigue melting away, being carried down the drain to the mysterious abyss of the city sewer system. Slowly, I began to feel more human, more energetic. I have no idea how long I stood in.