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.That routine helped keep her stable.It made life easier, and anyone could see the sense in that.It made it easier to go to work in the morning.She was just turning off the water and pulling back the shower curtain, all squeaky clean now, when a light thud from the outer room caught her attention.Cool air swirled in through the door, which was not quite closed.Heather stepped out and started toweling off, ears tuned for further sounds.Keys or money hit the top of the long desk along the front wall.“Braden?”“Yeah, Baby!”Heather’s heart flooded with relief.It was going to be all right.“Hi, lover!” Heather’s face was lit up in the mirror by the worst blush, as she went naked to the bathroom door and stuck her head out.Braden might not be alone, and she was relieved to see her man sitting on the end of the bed pulling off his shiny black shoes.Braden looked good in a suit, but then Heather had kind of expected that.No one else in the room, and thank God.Braden looked around, giving a smile of recognition.“You’ve got the place all steamed up.”Heather smiled, stepping out and giving a habitual ruffle of her wet hair.“Yeah, eh.I must have been thinking of you.”Braden flung off his jacket and the two embraced, Heather in full hedonist nakedness, unashamed and looking forward to two whole days with Braden and the other still in pants and shirt but looking calm and relaxed.The two smooched, with Braden’s hands on her bottom and Heather swaying from side to side, setting the mood by living it at first hand.“Hello.” His eyes bored into hers.“Hi.”This was real.The week by the lake was real.Braden was real.Everything was real, including the bulge evident in Braden’s trousers, the swelling of her nipples, and the goose bumps and little shivers going all up and down her spine.Braden looked down into her eyes and said nothing at all, taking the time to enjoy the strong beat of Heather’s heart up against his own chest and the shared warmth of two bodies up close.#As promised, Braden had done a little shopping.Heather bit back tears and wondered how much all of this had cost.Braden’s eyes gleamed from the side of the other bed, more was the pity but the room had a pair of fairly wide singles rather than one big double bed.Braden would need to get some sleep sooner or later.“I’d love to see you model that for me.”Heather’s heartbeat elevated and she nodded.There was a hint of a sniffle in her breathing.It was the least she could do, and she was itching to see herself in those gorgeous red shoes.She was under better emotional control if she sort of kept busy.“What would you like to see first?”“A smile would be nice.”Heather bit her lip.“It’s all so lovely.You really shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble and expense.”“It’s a master’s duty to look after his slave…why, I even feed them and everything.” Braden rubbed his crotch ostentatiously.This elicited a faint smile from Heather, who gathered up a few items that seemed to go together well and bending low to kiss Braden on the forehead, headed for the bathroom with its big vanity mirror and its row of frosted lights along the top.With trembling fingers, Heather tore open the thin plastic film and tried on the lacy red stockings.Slender as her upper legs were, the movement of muscles under the skin and their own gossamer weight were enough to keep pulling them down so next she put on the thin black garter belt and fussed with the clips until she was sure she had it right.Wearing the friendship ring Braden had given her up north, and a pair of clip-on emerald-green crystal earrings as she simply didn’t have the nerve for piercing, Heather hesitated between two choices, but in the end a filmy, sheer black teddy with the minimum of adornment rounded out the outfit.Standing back and regarding herself in the mirror, she leaned in close and applied the thin pink lip gloss.She tousled her hair with her fingers.The sight was enough to make her straighten up and think a bit.She had no known friends or relatives up where Braden lived.She was a free person and could do what she liked.She could go where she liked.All it took was guts
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