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alone at last
alone at last
Sissy just sat on the bed and focused on the room around her. Now what?
First things first she thought. She needed a bath. After letting out a long deep breath she ventured into the bathroom to check out the bathing situation. There was a shower stall with a see through sliding door, no tub. Damn. She could have used a soak. The bathroom was simply decorated, a chair sat by the door and a few pictures hung on the wall. It could have been any bathroom from any home in America. After locating her clothes in her quickly packed suitcase she stripped down. It felt good to be free of the clothes.
She stepped into the steaming shower without another thought. Sissy didn't want to rush this. It was almost like the shower was a rebirth for her. She was on her own, making her own way. No longer did she have put up with the demands of a man she didn't care for. True she would be taking care of eight men but she was doing it of her own free will.
Before she knew it she had slid her hand down her unshaved pussy. It was time to take care of that untamed mess. Before she was married she always kept herself shaved. It felt good, the smoothness. But her husband didn't like it shaved so she had left it alone. Now it was time to reclaim her body. After shaving she couldn't resist touching herself. Had she forgotten how to please herself? Slowly she used her fingers to spread her pussy lips aside to find that pleasuring core. She responded quickly to her own touch. It had been years since she had done this. The pressure and unhappiness had shut her down. The reawakening had begun.
With one hand between her legs and the other holding her body up against the shower stall wall she could feel the burning begin to rise from her lower legs. Sissy didn't have to tease herself long, she orgasmed softly but it wasn't a small reaction. Her hands were trembling and she was breathing hard. How she needed that. The release renewed her and she felt like the day was melting off of her. Sissy finished up her shower and was just stepping out when she could feel someone watching her. What the hell?
"Who are you?", the question came from a lean, dark headed man who was sitting in the chair near the door. He had a smirk on his face that Sissy felt needed to be removed. "What do you mean, who am I? Do you always come into a room and disturb someone in a private moment? How long have you been there?"
"My name is Curt, I live here and you don't, so answer my question, who are you?"
"I live here now, I work here, caring for the house, Jack brought me here. Now, damnit, answer my question, how long have you been here?", Sissy was beginnig to yell at his point.
"Let's just say, I got a show and leave it at that, Curt said.
Sissy was in front of him within seconds. She slapped him across the face before she even realized what she was doing. Curt grabbed her by the wrists and held them behind her back. She was completely at his mercy.