The bamboo strips, paper-thin and translucent, razor-sharp, follow the curl of her spine in a spiked, blood-drizzled dragon pattern, each one pushed t...rough skin and muscle, framed by drying gore at entrance and exit. Her wrists, crossed and tied behind her, are striped brownish red; her little ass below is smeared with drying blood and shit. He shakes his head slowly, smiling. Every breath must hurt like hell...He takes another step and reaches for the lock on the cage, the keys jingling in. I came out in my towel and noticed Nick still had the blinds open to our floor to ceiling window. Across the back property line of our hotel was another hotel with four floors and windows facing our direction. I left the lights on and the towel just barely covering me and poured myself a glass of wine. I was definitely feeling naughty so I drank the wine while I scanned the other hotel rooms being the voyeur instead of the exhibitionist this time.I finished my glass of wine and went to pour. So I put them away and I wiped off my lipstick.I know, you don't need make-up to try on a dress, but wearing make-up I really do look "cutey-pie girly" as Sara likes to put it.Without make-up my man's face looks strange above my lace-fringed collars and draped bodices. So I wiped off my lipstick and openedthe shades and looked out. By then Herb and his weedwacker were levelling off the last edgesof grass along his annual flower bed. He was even more proud ofhis garden than of his lawn -- it. Suddenly the door opened. There in a short sexy maid's uniform was Jessica. My mind went blank and my stomach dropped. She curtsied to me very proper when I heard Rod's thundering voice instruct her to take my things and show me in. Jessica bowed her head down, dropped her eyes and quickly maneuvered herself so she was in front of me and between my table and bag. She bent over exposing her ass which had a black thong strap running between her cheeks and what looked like a butt plug firmly.