Danielle<

I took a deep breath at the top of the winding main staircase, steeling myself.

You can do this, Danielle. Just breathe.

I held onto the handrail and moved down the steps carefully, my pussy squeezing around the vibrator beneath my new lace panties.

I still couldn’t believe I was doing this, but the thought of Mr. Grant somewhere below, waiting to turn me on was almost too much to bear.

I felt like I was on fire for him, and I hadn’t even seen him yet.

I turned the corner, and the foyer opened up beneath me.

Several people, expensive looking men and women mingled below.

I wanted...