Marla in control-3

Marla spent the rest of the night draining the bottle of wine on the couch, her mind constantly going back to what she’d done. She figured by the time he’d pulled off the street the whole staff at the pizza restaurant would have known, and by now she was probably the talk of campus. She felt a little ashamed, but wondered what else could she do. Really it wasn’t what she could do, because she knew she could do what she wanted, but more a matter of what she would do. How far would she go, and who with.

Marla found out the next day, when she was out doing errands. As always she got “locked and loaded”. By the time she got to her final errand, at the hardware store, her faucet of a pussy was dripping, having been brought to three mini orgasms by the magical little remote. She’d planned to spend the rest of her day building a simple little bookcase that her unhandy husband couldn’t do for her. She managed to wander around on her own grabbing a few things she knew she needed, a hammer, some nails, a handsaw, and a can of stain. She had everything she needed except wood. The store had a chart showing selection of things that they had out in the warehouse, but she didn’t know what the difference was or how much she’d need. She pulled out her iPhone to see if she could do a little research on Google to figure out what would be best, when a salesman came by and asked her if she need any assistance.