Danielle<
I took a deep breath at the top of the winding main staircase, steeling myself.
You can do this, Danielle. Just breathe.
I held onto the handrail and moved down the steps carefully, my p***y squeezing around the vibrator beneath my new lace panties.
I still couldn’t believe I was doing this, but the thought of Mr. Grant somewhere below, waiting to turn me on was almost too much to bear.
I felt like I was on fire for him, and I hadn’t even seen him yet.
I turned the corner, and the foyer opened up beneath me.
Several people, expensive looking men and women mingled below.
I wanted to stop walking. I wanted to turn around and retreat to the safety of my room, or maybe lock myself in the bathroom and climb out the window.
I felt like such an imposter wearing these cl
