Chapter Eleven
Angie Baby
I led Angie up to the apartment, and into her bedroom. Her dress was so lovely; I wanted to make sure it didn’t get creased. She didn’t resist, or make silly comments as I unzipped her and slipped the dress off her shoulders. I took off her shoes, stockings, and garter belt, then I led her by the hands into the bathroom.
“How do I take off your makeup?” I asked.
“No need…” she groaned, eyes almost closed.
“Angie, your pillows are snow white. You’ll be really pissed tomorrow if they get covered in makeup.”
She sighed, and grabbed a pack of face wipes from the vanity shelf. She fumbled with the opening, and couldn’t get one out so I gently took the pack from her and began to wipe the makeup from her face. She leaned forward and kissed me.
“I like you taking c
