For the evening he chose for me to wear a simple sleeveless black dress with a sparkling black wrap over my shoulders. The black was a sharp contrast to my blond hair and light complexion but as I looked in the mirror surveying my appearance after I dressed it made my tired eyes sparkle I thought, and the neck line dipped enough to give a sluttish showing of cleavage, I new he would like that and my nipples hardened with the very thought of pleasing him. I wore, of course, no bra, and no panty, only thigh high silk stockings and a modest black pump upon my tired feet.

Upon entrance into the main hall you could not help but notice the lavish ornate pillars, which extended upward. From their surface grew ma...

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