She explained the need for so many rooms with. “I can always escape Ed.” Face still expressive she cooed. “Before the dress a quick look at my pleasure room. Yes?”
She kept it locked. “Don’t want just anyone walking in here,” she explained.
A largish space with pastel painted walls and a ceramic tiled floor met my interest. She had built a collection of pieces to which the human body could be bound in many various postures. Some I found intoxicating. She owned countless implements too.
“You could go into business,” I suggested half-hearted.
“Occasionally I do,” she admitted readily. “But mostly women. Men on your own are unwise. Though I do see a mid-aged man on a regular basis that absorbs cane strokes like a sponge absorbs water.”
That interested me. I had no idea what a reasonable
