‘How can that be?’ Miss Carlson asked, growing angry again. Ashira showed her the receipt. ‘You fabricated this! You don’t want to give me my ...ull tans!’ she exclaimed. Ashira sighed and rubbed her eyes. She’d only been at work for twenty minutes and already she wished she were anywhere but there. ‘Do you have a credit card or bank statement that could prove that you purchased it a few weeks ago?’ Ashira asked. The woman shook her head, and leaned close to Ashira. ‘If you don’t give me back. It makes it quite better, though. It calms down part of my aroused state. I moan, frowning as I feel his testicles tickling my ass and the way the head of his cock teases me. I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Just fuck me," I whisper., wrapping my legs around his torso, knowing how much he liked it. "Wouldn't you want that?" he asks in a whisper before gently rubbing his cock against my labia, lubricating it with my juices. "Of course I do," I kiss his lips. "I also want to. I walked over to the service door. I put my hand on the knob. I turned it. I realized the door had locked when the power went out, just as I had designed the system to do. Then it suddenly dawned on me. I was locked inside the Playboy Mansion and there was no way out.I sat down and pondered my dilemma. How the Hell can I get myself into such a mess I thought? Then I realized there was hope. The police would automatically be called soon. I know, I designed the system. Meanwhile back at Playboy. I walked into the guest bedroom and pulled her covers down, realizing Peggy sleeps naked. She was sleeping on her stomach facing away from me, legs slightly spread. I was still a little dark in the room so I couldnt see her asshole or ginch, but i knew where they were. I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, and stuck my tongue in. I flicked around her brown eye a bit and buried my tongue in her pussy..... no reaction, she was passed out. So i raised my arm up and smacked her on the.