After a quick, wobbly, almost stuporous walk, I reach the stairs leading up to my apartment. A flight of stairs that on any other day would be a moleh...ll looks positively mountainous. I grab the railing hard for support and pull, trying to augment my legs as much as I can. My calf muscles tighten up and ache. Halfway up the stairs they scream in protest and I now, rather than just holding the railing, am hugging it and leaning against it with all my weight. Slowly, one step after the other, I. Look all you want.” And so I did. Her performance was captivating. She moved gracefully and in command of her body. You could feel the energy flowing through her. When she finished, the judges, who had to be made of stone, merely thanked her and indicated that she would have their decision within the week. “How did it go?” I asked. “They never show their thinking. I have to wait.” “You must be starved.” “Yes, but I stink like whore on payday too,” she teased and brushed by me. “If you say so,”. Inside lay the collar and leash. She reached in, pulled out the collar, and fit it around her own neck. She wanted to play.I glanced back at the door to the house. If Alyssa came out and saw this, she would freak out. I went to the door. There was a deadbolt, but the handle was on the inside. The lock on the door handle was situated the same way. They were meant to keep intruders out of the house, even if they got into the garage.I closed the door and used magic to lock it. Even if Alyssa. “Oh please, Di, you can’t bullshit a bullshitter. Trust me, I’ve been there. Besides, I’m envious. I wish I had someone sending me cock pix in the middle of the day.”“He did not...”The blonde laughed. “I knew it! Let me see. At least I can live vicariously until this dry spell is over.”The brunette finally heaved a sigh of surrender. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”Diane pulled her phone out of her bag and reopened the message thread from her obviously horny son. The picture didn’t show.