- Story 192-
- The Party- chapter 11 (b)
- As I listened to Annie's babbling while she served two masters, I began to think the vocabulary she had learned in her formative collegiate years, was lost in the moment. She was talking in such a naughty manner and I loved both hearing and watching her when she was kinky and dirty like this. I also knew she loved being in her present circumstance, social graces be damned, and stretching the boundaries of propriety. Being bad was something at which my Annie clearly excelled. Even then, she had one more surprise for me.