When they got to the room, she found that her first uniform was gone. She checked her drawer and found that her things had been moved around, as thoug... someone had been searching for something. On the other hand, the drawer opened more easily than it had before. She shrugged, straightened out the contents, and removed her towel. She told Victoria that she planned to take a shower, and asked about any procedures she was supposed to know. She learned that there was a small shower room near the. Could I use your bathroom?”I invited her in and led her to the ladies restroom. I couldn’t tell if she had been drinking, or maybe high, but she seemed overly bubbly and full of smiles. When she came out, she walked up close to me- closer than I expected. “Are you going to show me around?”We walked upstairs. I let her go first, and watched her ass as she climbed the stairs in front of me. She was wearing a thin flowered cotton skirt, that hit mid-thigh. Nice round bubble butt. I could see her. Sue made no secret of the fact that she had her own stable of handy studs to reward with sexual favors at her beck and call. Our faux sibling peccadillo of lust was more the result of convenience and a need for immediate “tingles” to slake our thirsty libidos than some romantic interlude with sugary music to sooth our frantic fumbling.Sue was without a doubt a real good-looker, a “hot number” with all the curves in the right spots and she was blessedly bestowed with urges that were well beyond. “Oh God, Sir, please! Please, I need you to fuck me! I need you to use me like the slut whore I am! Please! Oh, please, fuck me! Fuck me right here, right now, pleeease!” she broke down, sobbing shamelessly on her car hood. Kathy Johnson really was a slut and she knew it. Now she needed to be used and treated like one by him. She needed to be degraded, humiliated and debased until every shred of her false modesty and propriety was ripped from her. She had lost the battle tonight and now she had.