The day proceeded with the boring surety of watching grass grow. Richard wished there was more to be done that bore substance, but he toiled wrapping up the loose ends his parents created. He actually had to pull some strings to assuage a City official to not impose a lien on the water line work underway, all thanks to his parents mistaking the authorization slip for a notepad for drink orders. The tryst he enjoyed with Evie, however, proved the most useful tool in distracting him from the drudgery of financial accounting. He smiled, then reached inside his pocket. Richard produced the black panties that Evie had been wearing and smirked to himself. He brought the scandalous undergarment to his nose and deeply inhaled. Richard had dirty tastes, and he wondered about Evie. For, is she was to join him in the way he wished, she would need to be as depraved as he.<br/><div style="text-align: center">___________________________________________​</div><br/>The sound of a struggling servant caught Richard's ears. Had it really been that many hours since she left him? Exhaling a sigh of exhaustion, Richard sat back and rubbed his face as ladies heels approached from behind with clinking dishes on a tray. In repose, Richard watched Evie deliver his meal. The smile on his face widened as he noticed the outfit she wore which -- if anything -- was skimpier and sluttier than what she wore when they fucked. Her figure seemed to be bound by the garment, her bosoms being a key feature -- the sight of her auburn hair in a bun only added to the cute package. She greeted him, politely, without a smirk or indication that he'd both tasted and plugged her most sacred intimacy on the very desk she set the tray upon. Standing to the side, Evie portrayed a creature bereft of comfort, so Richard decided to offer her some ... for a price.<br/><br/>"Evie," Richard began. "On my dresser is a pair of fishnet stockings. I want you to put them on, please."