Ten minutes later, Delilah was toweling herself off. She had cut short her deliciously hot shower when she’d noticed the light in the bathroom flickering. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck covered in soap bubbles with no running water. The idea of having to do a mad dash downstairs to the breaker box and back up again in a towel with two strangers in the house was also a great motivator.
She pulled off the shower cap and hung it on the hook in the shower to dry, then picked up her bra, and fastened it. She winced when she felt a slight tingle to her left n****e where the bracelet touched it. Taking a closer look at it, she ran her finger along the smooth, silky surface, looking for a reason. It was warm, but she didn’t feel anything pointy. She looked down, gently probing her n***
