On the way, I was sure I saw somebody right outside Angie's bedroom window and was about to yell at them before I recognized that it was Jake, the guy...who had bought our beer. He had'nt seen me so I just laid low to see what he was doing. I saw all but the dim nitelight go off in Angie's room and then saw her open the window and take the screen out and Jake crawled in. Holy shit I thought. Our parents bedroom was upstairs while Angie's and mine were on the main floor so I went up and tapped on. You were the hit of the party," she smiles. I kiss the top of her head, wondering where her hand is going next."Kelly called," she says, pulling her hand back and sitting up. "I invited her for breakfast. She will be here in a few minutes." You what?" I yell, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. "She said she needed to talk to you," she shrugs with a big smile on her face."I could have gone there," I answer as I stand up and Lauren’s eyes lock onto my morning hard-on."True, but I thought. ”What could I say? “Well, I suppose that would work Miss.”“Splendid Peter. Why don’t we get started straight away!” she smiled. “Follow me to the boot room. I have an important task for you.”Oh boy, I did indeed follow her; staring intently at those stunning legs and slim waist. She then pointed to a row of her wellingtons and boots. I could see that most were for use in the garden or for long muddy walks. But others were high heeled and very sexy!“I’m afraid my collection of boots has got into. You look like you are going to cry. Did I ever tell you that you look cute when you are sad and scared??" Ivy asked him."No Mistress!!" Charles responded in a tone suggesting discomfort and fear.Charles shook his head.Ivy smiled at him and then worked on the chains connecting the tray and his nipple rings. She then told him to stay out while she walked away with the tray. She came back to him by the tv and sofa 10 minutes later.Ivy was more or less drunk but her mind wasn't completely wasted..