We drove through the construction zone on 8th avenue and continued onward away from the city, classical music whispering softly through the sound syst...m and the wipers coming on periodically to wipe away the small rain droplets that accumulated every few minutes as we drove. When Vicki had something on her mind she wouldn’t say much. It wasn’t that she was mad or hurt it just meant she had something on her mind that needed to be addressed and she would do so when she was damn good and ready. . She wouldnt let me pick out my own clothes. They had to be mother-approved. I was going to bed. Late at night was when the fun began. I always locked my door for privacy, even though they forbade it. I would look at myself in the full length mirror and slide my skirt off and then my panties and remove my shirt and bra. Staring at myself naked, I liked what I saw. The dressed version of me was just plain and dull but when my clothes came off, my skin came alive. My eyes looked sly and cunning. But after coming back to the office, we had never talked again about it. Other people in the building did not even suspect that this tough lady was bisexual…That particular evening, I suddenly felt I was in a very good mood for sex, in spite of the stress I was under to complete these task. Barbara helped me with some figures and estimations.We later decided to ask for some food to deliver.After dinner, Barbara suddenly asked me:“Anita, do you think I am an old cow…?”She caught me by surprise;. Dear Jeremy, If you dare, get ready for the 12 Days of Sexmas. Each day will be a whirlwind of sexual pleasure. You will never know when, you will never know how, and you will never know where you will come. But I promise you…you will come. If you dare, check yes in the box below and leave the envelope on my dresser. Be warned, I plan to devour you whole until you can no longer take it anymore. ____ Yes, I take the 12 Days of Sexmas challenge and commit to obeying every demand my beautiful and.