After undressing I looked at the damage to my clit and it was indeed ugly. I fell asleep terrified of what was in store for me.The following morning I... took breakfast to my Mistresses. I was dressed in my maid's uniform consisting of heels, stockings, very short black dress with white apron and cap. My clit was restrained which was very uncomfortable after the torture inflicted at the party.After I had served their meal, my Mistress ordered me to lift my skirt for inspection."I don't like the. "Here, this covers what was done tonight and then some. Take this and call it even. This takes care of your losses and I'll get back to the jail and see if Mister Jones has found the young lady so we can figure out what to do with them."Reluctantly the old man took the proffered money. He seemed to almost prefer to bitch and argue to being paid. "What's the matter, that no good kin of yours?"Worked to hold his temper, Harley answered, "No, Mister Summers, I never saw him before in my life. But. But don’t worry about my bed. I can wash the sheets. I don’t mean to suggest that I would be indifferent to your blood, but if I know that it doesn’t mean any damage, I don’t mind otherwise.” Then he had another thought. “Can you make Saturday?” The last time had been a special Christmas gift.“Sure, usual conditions?”“Oh, darling. I love you.” Any conditions. He enjoyed sex, he wouldn’t deny that, but sex with Marilyn was so special because she enjoyed it, too. Her sleeping in his arms without. I made my way upstairs and sat by myvanity table. If i was going to send a selfie I wanted to look as wellas I could. My makeup was still pretty much perfect from the salon, butmy lipstick needed refreshing. I used a dark pink lip liner to line themout again, before applying a bright pink matte liquid lipstick. My hair,despite the rain earlier, had held its shape, and I pulled it forward soit hung over my shoulder to my chest, the blonde giving way to wavy pinkcurls. I wasn't sure how to pose,.