She writhed under the sheets while clutching her temples because it felt her hands were the only things keeping her skull from splitting apart. With her eyes squinted tight she glowered, everything seemed just a little too bright for her liking. She was trying to recall why she felt so bad, the night before was an elusive mystery, but it was slowly coming together in tiny fragments. It was hardly a typical event for her to wake up in such a state after boozing, gambling and flirting with strapping men. This time was different, she had overdone it, she had drunk until all sense had left her and something felt off that morning. While peering about her bed with her brows interracial squeezed together, she noticed that only she was in it, a rare occurrence for her. She eventually went as far to pull back her sheets, just to make absolutely sure it was indeed empty. It was a telling sign for her by waking up alone, the night had not ended well. She began to ponder what could have put her in such foul mood that she wanted to be alone, there was nagging suspicion she was missing a very important piece of the puzzle something. Then she was struck by the sudden need to check her things and pushed herself up to sit amidst a tangle of downy covers as the tight ringlets of chestnut brown hair spilled over her bust. Even as her head spun from the sudden movement she looked about for her things before reaching for the bedside. With a slap of her hand against the stiff dark oak of the nightstand, she snatched up the leather coin purse and pulled it in close. The absence of any significant weight in her hand or the way not a single had clattered inside had her guts twisting up in worry before even having to reach inside it. There was not even a pair of coppers to rub between her fingers, yet she kept reaching inside the pouch in desperation while cursing under her breath in disbelief, she was completely broke. With a growl of contempt, she whipped the empty coin big purse against the wall as all those the foggy memories had finally begun to settle in of where her money had gone. She had bet it all on a hand of poker, though it was not the first time it has happened to her, this time things were even worse. So overconfident in her odds, she went so far as to bet her horse and left the gambling table with nothing but her clothes and a sour asian face. Her mind was racing, no money meant she had no way to pay for this luxurious room, though she was already thinking of paying her tab with a more carnal currency. As she begun to mentally tally her debts, it was becoming painfully clear to her it was going to take a lot more than just a simple romp in the sack. With a groan she buried her face in her palms, she would have to suck innkeeper’s cock until it was smoother than polished marble and maybe then barely settle her drinking tab at best. The mental image of being turned out like a common whore by the innkeeper had her springing out of bed in a hurry and began to dress. doggystyle She pushed her arms through a satin undershirt and fastened up the ivory front buttons, closing the frills of her garment over her chest. Her midsection was wrapped in a black leather corset, pulling the strings taut until she felt the leather compressing around her body. An open skirt was pulled up her thighs until it was snug around the waist, the loose pleats of white diaphanous fabric hung to the midpoint of her thigh. While she dressed, her mind was thinking of the best way to escape this awful mess as she sat back on the bed and pulled her silken black thong up her legs to hitch it under her skirt. She was walking to the window with her tall riding boots and pulled them over her calves until they were on her knees hugging her low under the thigh. With her foot propped up on the window sill, she was peering out the large glass pane, gauging just how far a drop it was while tugging sharply up the ladder of crisscrossing strings on the outside of the boot. With a sigh, she lamented that it had to be like this as she tied a tight bow in the strings until the supple leather was gripping her toned legs like a second skin. Then she cracked the window wide open and vaulted from the second story of the inn and onto the hard packed dirt below. The morning was still young, fronts of tits fog were curling between the tightly stacked buildings, just light enough for her to navigate through the narrow streets. “You want me to leave now, don’t you?” I asked her humorously. tits She interracial strolls to the elevator half hoping to run into Dr. Cadbury again. Instead, she was wearing a one piece bathing doggystyle suit, light blue in color, the type the school issued to students who could not afford their own during swim class. What in the hell had I gotten myself into. Tiffany asked, her expression sympathetic. The room was quiet with unacknowledged sexual tension for some time. Not by a long shot.” Her eyes downcast, mom offered him the handle of the leash. “Here … church property. He had a very distinct and unique full sleeve that I big swear I've seen before. As soon as she said that, she heard a sound coming from another door. When I came up and asian got my arm around Emily she calmed down and relaxed.