That repulsive pig might invade her dreams still occasionally – if he was suddenly too chickenshit to face her in person. But she’d be damned if she’d allow his mauling to taint her otherwise wonderfully uninhibited, super-sophisticated s*x life. She would wallow in outrageous kinkiness today like seldom before, and in the process reward this ideal mate she’d created in the manner only she really could.
Finishing her hygiene with the hair dryer, Julie styled herself up special. Likewise she applied makeup more appropriate for a big night out than a Monday morning around the house. The classy negligee, panties and stockings she donned were all sable silk and intricate lace; the shiny black shoes had four-inch stiletto heels and silver spikes lining the straps. Stepping thus statuesque and
