Jerome Fuller

calculate how much my stupid adventure with Caitlyn cost. Between her dress and shoes and stuff, my new clothes, the dinner and tip, her cab fare that I gave her money for, and gas; it must have been close to nine bills. Plus the frikkin' tire needed to be fixed. I looked over to Caitlyn. She was asleep. Was there anything positive to come out from this whole misadventure? Her pussy was shaved. But I wouldn't be seeing any of that tonight. Did she really feel she was being humiliated by being forced to wear that dress? Suddenly I felt guilty. If I was humiliating her, was her behavior tonight to punish me as a response, or was that just the alcohol talking? There was really only two ways to find out. Get her drunk again, or get her dressed