Darlene lie back in a decent warm bath, one leg suspension over the side, thinking pleasant thoughts as she slowly rubbed one off, just for the pleasure of it, a pleasure she'd been enjoying more often lately.

She brought her dangling leg up back into the tub and squeezed her pertly shaved branch together around her active helping hand. Taking a cryptical breath, she lift her nates and exhaled her breathing time with a soft groan as her trunk released the lascivious delight it had accumulated during the final few transactions.

She eventually dropped her ass back to the tub and smiled contently as the apparent movement of the water surrounding her caressed away the tension her body created during orgasm while her bridge player, still between her leg, massaged away pulsating throbs of post-clitoral satisfaction.

Eventually she rose, taking sentence to look up to the firmness of her bosom, the roundness of her ass, and the figure that still turned promontory as she walked down the street, in the mirror before toweling away the moisture on her body and donning her bathrobe.

She glide more than walked bare foot to the bar and poured herself a glassful of Chardonnay before relaxing on the settee and checking the clock time, made sure she still had the prison term, the time she was gladiolus she had to herself.

She picked up the remote and pressed the play button flooding the room with the sound of Richard Strauss'bluing Danube as she drift with the melodic phrase to the kitchen where she helped herself to a piece of brie before returning to the settee and to sip away at her wine.

By the time her methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine-coloured was finished, Darlene decided it was time to primp. Walking into her sleeping accommodation, she removed her robe and threw it on the bed leaving her standing completely naked in strawman of the assailable bedroom window not caring who, if anyone saw her.

Standing in front of the press, Darlene browse through her closet intently scanning each and every outfit until she found one that she thought best suited the mood she was in, removed it from its hanger and put it on before accessorizing the rig with duet of four inch stiletto dog then poured herself another Pinot Chardonnay before returning to the settee and waited for a knocking at the door.

When the knock finally came, she glanced at the clock on the wall then went to open the door. Standing in the door, her equip consisting of crotchless leather panties and a cupless leather bra was clearly visible to any who may have passed.

"You're late,"she screamed at the visitor,"ten fucking proceedings late ! Do you think I just sit around all day just ‘ waiting for you to hold my day'? Well I don't."and with that she slammed the room access in his human face and walked back to the settee to continue drinking.

"No,"the man responded entering her flat,"I don't think that, forgive me, please."

"You dare just enter without permission ?"she fumed kicking him in the mole adding,"Just who the Scheol do you think you are ?"as he doubled over and fell to the flooring clutching his testes.

"I'm no one."He grunted out,"a nobody, I'm nothing."

"You're not even that,"she yelled to walking toward him,"you're even less than sewage."and, straddling his question, she let unloosen a stream of piddle. Walking back to settee she ordered,"clean it up."and immediately the man used the sleeve of his $ 600.00 suit to overcharge the urine from the floor.

Her fundament landed between his legs a back prison term,"Not that mess,"she ordered placing one animal foot on the settee exposing her crotch,"this one."and as fast as he could move the pained, urine stinking, crawling man started tongue washing the dampness from her crotch.

After letting him lap her for several second, pleasurable to her but zilch particular, she lift her foot from the settee and kicked him onto his book binding,"That's the estimable you can do ? Lick me dry ? What variety of a man can't twist a woman on with his glossa ? Are you even a man ?"she watched him nod his head before adding,"display me."

Obeying her command the man stripped bare, his hard-on bouncing out in front of him until she slapped it. It jumped to his left field and as it returned she grabbed it and started yanking it down with several forceful jerks causing him to ejaculate. Seeing this, she let go of the hard-on and grabbed him by the testes.

"Do you know what these are for ?"she asked starting to squeeze them painfully,"I'll evidence you what they're for, they are there for you to control, and if you can't,"she warned tightening her clasp and yanking on them,"maybe I should eliminate them altogether and so you won't have to try."

The red confront man gasped and dropped to the floor as she let go ordering"clean that Edward D. White red cent from my floor !"From his hands and knees, the man lowered his brain to lick his own sperm cell from the floor and as he did so, Darlene slid one of her stiletto heels in and out of his bunghole until most of the sperm had been cleaned from the floor.

"Enough,"she told him,"I can't stand your stink anymore. Go take a shower and clean off."and she sat down again awaiting his return.

Exiting the shower, the man found a maiden's outfit hanging on the bathroom room access and, knowing it was for him, put it on before leaving the bathroom.

"So,"Darlene, sitting on the settee with her wine, asked him,"did you larrup the monkey while you were in the shower ?"

"No,"he started before being interrupted.

"Who said you could speak ? Did you hear me say ‘ speak'” the man shook his psyche ‘ no ’,"No you didn't. Now,"Darlene continued,"did you make for with that, that, that flyspeck little matter while you were in the shower ?"again the man shook his question ‘ no ’."No you say, let's just see about that. Stroke one off for me."

Obediently, the man pulled down his panties and began to masturbate while Darlene drank her wine watching him."Faster !"she ordered and he obeyed. Before long, she could see he was near sexual climax and she warned,"Remember my word of advice of you losing command,"she bounced her toes respective times against the undersurface of his scrotum and watched as he nod his head,"beneficial, then keep stroking until I say to let go."she added before rising from the settee and pouring herself another half glass of wine."Faster !"she demanded again walking back to the settee watching the discomfort on his face.

She sat watching him as she casually took two Sir Thomas More well spaced sips. Holding out the chalk, she told him,"In here, NOW !'and the man took the glass from her, fall off his penis into it and grunted out a very irritating, much needed release.

Darlene waited for his pounding to ease."Good boy."She said, patting the penis like it was a pet,"And you,"she said to the man scornfully,"for that pathetic lilliputian show, you deserve a drink. Go ahead,"she said with a grin,"help yourself."and the man drank the capacity of the wine chalk.

Darlene threw his urine smelling dress at him saying,"Get dressed, get out, go home to your wife. She may want you, but I have no need of something like you."And, still sitting on the settee, she watched him change into his soiled clothes and leave alone without another word.

After he left, Darlene put the used wine-colored glass in the dish washer, took a snifter from the bar and half filled it with napoleon brandy. She recline on the settee, sipped the brandy slowly, thinking of it as a well deserved delicacy after another operose day's work .