I sit here waiting. “Waiting for what?” you may ask. Well, I’m not even sure. I’ve given Carl permission to use me as he wishes this week. So, all I know is I got a phone call and was told to get ready. . . so here I sit. Curled up in bed, typing in high heels with my red hair cascading over my shoulders, felling utterly ridiculous! ;) The anxiety feels nearly unbearable but in truth, it’s part of the fun. I’m nervous and giggly and shaky . . . I just learned that I have to answer the door! I am so painfully timid and shy that even such a silly thing seems insurmountable . . . strange really. I mean, the minute we all get naked, I’ll be fine. No more nervous. Just poof, gone! Crazy how that works. . . although it’s pretty hard to feel nervous or even think about being nervous with a hard cock shoved down my throat! :)
