A girl doesn't want to give anyone a shownow does she?Driving home was boring and I parked my car in my space. The parking lotwas full and I got out, ...rabbing all my things and sashaying into myapartment. Inside, I dropped my work things, got a glass of wine, tookoff my shirt exposing my bra and camisole, put on a silky top anddropped my pants. I couldn't wait to put on my little jean skirt thatwas hanging in my room. I stepped into it and loved how it caressed mybottom. I walked back into the. As you saw, it’s miles from anywhere. Not being a student of the macabre, I had little idea what much of this was, but unknown to me, my assistant, Mai-Lin, was a devotee of the bizarre and unusual. She knew at once, exactly what we had here. Her excitement was very obvious to me, and when pressed, she admitted her fascination by the bizarre and frightening things we had here. The next weekend, she and I returned to get the house in order. Mai-Lin could not wait to get back in here, and. She worn sexy outfits, or at least what she considers sexy, a few times but it just wasn't enough. The best way for me to trip my switch while fucking her, was to imagine another man in bed with us, feeding her his cock while I hammered away. I even fantasized about her and I sharing it while we fucked, not that she would ever go for a mmf threeway or sissy cuck situation. That's when I accidently found a solution. I had been in a really horny mood all week, thinking about sex and masterbating. The smell of hot mutton stew stimulated his brain even as the raw wine struck his stomach. And the serving maids who later in the evening would serve in yet another fashion were attractive enough. Corwin was content. Just as he was lifting his wooden spoon from the steaming bowl before him, a stranger approached him. "Requesting your pardon kind sir," began the stranger, his countenance dominated by an unruly mass of curly black hair that began at the top of his head and seemed to explode.