As luck would have it my job finished early so I came home. She was already out – I knew she would be and tried to call to let her know I had come h...me but there was no answer. I went to bed and feeling a little horny navigated to XHamster on my phone and watched some porn, eventually drifting off to sleep.It was about 3 in the morning when I woke to hear her coming into the bedroom and switched the light on. She was dressed to kill, a sexy black dress, and was also VERY drunk, staggering in. The music was loud, the atmosphere was amazing and it was fast becoming my favourite place to be as I sat there watching the dance floor. I got a few odd stares from the people wearing eighties get up, but a lady in black needs to wear black. Like the two nights prior, I was wearing black lingerie with black underwear, heels and the short skirt which barely covered my ass. As I stirred my cocktail with the straw, I heard a familiar intro as Billy Ocean’s “When the going gets tough” came on. I. Elizabeth freely rubbed her hands over her tits and ass. I am more shy and felt self-conscious doing that, so I stayed along my sides. One of the things I love about Elizabeth is that she takes life by the balls. When I first met her, I hated this and thought she was a royal bitch. However, the more I got to know her, the more admired this quality, and she actually taught me to be a stronger woman. My sex life is significantly better for it. I now ask for what I want, rather than waiting for a. Caroline shook her head and frowned. “I’m not sure what he’s waiting for. But maybe soon.” She took another sip of her ginger ale and looked towards Katie. “Ok, Katie. Tell us your story. I’m sure you’ve got the best story. Again. Hehe, you seem to get the most interesting shifts.”Samantha chugged the rest of her soda and then turned to Katie as well, a large smirk on her face. “Yes, Katie. Do tell. And don’t leave out any details.” She rubbed her hands together and waited for all the juicy.