| Bess fretted and puttered around her house. Her Nick never left her on tenterhooks this way - until today. Her Nick always explained the why of any task he set for her. But for today, he had given no explanations. It disquieted her. She couldn't do anything this weekend - couldn't leave the house or have visitors, couldn't talk on the phone or check her email. Until he spoke to her, she couldn't even dress, except for a bathrobe and slippers. Today, he had said to get up, depilate her pussy, shower and wait for his call. She had expected the call fifteen minutes ago. Could he have overslept? He lived four time zones away. No, her Domenic wouldn't oversleep. Bess continued to fret. The doorbell rang. Bess thought ‘Great, now he‘ll call, while I am at the door.' The doorbell rang a second time, and Bess went to answer. Some girlfriend of her son's? But no, the woman looked too polished to be a coed, too mature. Maybe twenty-five? Tall and wil...
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