Perused his body. “But you don’t want to be treated like a princess, do you?” He grabbed her under the arms and hoisted her up. “You want to ...e treated like a whore.” Her chin tilted up though her gaze moved down as she stepped closer, letting her skirt brush his cock. He grabbed her wrist before she could touch him again. “Follow me.” Without waiting for her approval, he pulled her to the bathroom in the corner of the room. Yanking her toward him, he grasped her other wrist. Pinned both. I immediately fell in line behind her, wondering where shewas leading me. She stopped at a door marked "Prep Room" and led meinto a small bathroom with floor to ceiling cabinets, shower stall,sink, and toilet, but no mirror, which I thought was a bit odd."Remove the robe, but leave the towel," Ashley said walking over to thecabinet.I was a bit nervous slipping the robe off and being so close to naked."Don't be shy, it's just the two of us," she said, slipping on a pair oflatex gloves and. "Why can't you sleep on the couch?" The dogs." Our two German Shepherds had made the couch their bed years ago, and we didn't have the will to train them better or the heart to throw them outside.I stared blankly at her for a second, seeing her in the light coming off my computer monitor, which I had left on. I wondered why she was in pajamas she hadn't worn since last year. They were old cotton worn fairly thin, and obviously too small. The top was too tight across her chest, and spread open. "Besides, they are just as likely to go bonkers for you Delores," MrsCashmore was wearing her usual livery: a charcoal grey suit with a tightpencil skirt that rested three inches above her knees, white satinblouse, black heels, and shimmering tan hosiery. Her makeup and hair were perfect and she was wearing her signature redlipstick."Nonsense! We'll look like mother and daughter," she smiled at me."I'll keep an eye on you. Stay close and behave as normally as you can.You are beautiful and.