As she unclasped her bra, I couldn't help but peek as her 'girls' fell to freedom, her erect pink nipples pointing north. She continued to undress, sl...ding her skirt down off her hips, standing in nothing but a lacy black thong which matched her bra. Curiosity was starting to get the better of me as I began to wonder if Trisha knew that Robert would be in the Black Angus that night as I thought back to a theory that was often circling round my workplace – and social media for that matter – a. I had not painted-myself-into-a-corner, not by any means, however I couldsense that the wind was definitely leaving my sails on this one at thispoint, as was my inspiration for this series. My take on the project wasthat there would be a billionaire retreat to some isolated PlayboyMansion where we meet other "kept women." There was to be a competitionand crowning of the best "kept wife-type project" which of course was tobe won by Richard Hollingsworth's effort. Then the realization. . mostly ... I drained this one and partially filled the glass then the other one insisted it get clear full and offered his piss to the mix. I was happy when the glass was full, but not happy I had to do THAT to fill it! When I was done I mixed the 'drink' with my finger and then licked it off ... flirting with the cops."Maybe you should test the taste Lindsay! Don't want him noticing right away!"I knew I was being fucked with but what's a girl to do? I drank a little and then drank some more.. Her appearance was shocking for a woman who was always so impeccably groomed. Her beautiful face was gaunt and pale. Her hair had fallen out weeks ago, even her eyebrows and eyelashes. She lay shivering under a down comforter on her couch although the living room felt uncomfortably warm to me. Thank goodness the chemo was effective and the round of tests after the third cycle had shown she was free of the disease, but she had to complete the full six cycles anyway and the chemo was ravaging her.