Tracy William couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think straight. He texted John, ‘Can you come over?’ John didn’t ask why, but texted back ‘T...irty minutes.’ William went into his spare room and paced. How could she? Why did she? Fuck, he did not see this coming. Perhaps if they were fighting, if things went on for a while…it didn’t make any sense. William gasped, realizing he had not been breathing. He jumped on the treadmill and started counting his steps. By the time John knocked on the door,. " Kathy hesitated, very uncertain now. "Kathy, you agreed to this in front of your friends. I am sure they will assist me to undress you if necessary." Yes, we will," called out Shelly, "I had to take more than you are getting." Slowly Kathy did as requested and stood naked in front of them, her white skin showing clearly in the light of the oil lamps. Her skin reddened as she saw the eyes of everyone looking at her. She knew they were looking at her tits but she was quite proud of them. At. Nothing would ever come of it, of course.Trudy smiled and laughed nervously, her long straight delicate blonde hanging from the dark blue velvet ribbon she wore over the top of her head. Mindless 'alternative' rock music chattered quietly, unlistened-to from the radio in the background, as the pierced, tattooed, and studded dyke behind the counter forcefully pulled another espresso, loudly steaming the latté creme.Two girls with pink and purple hair, arm-in-arm, awaited their caffeinated. ’ From my position, I see anyone entering through the glass doors - I tend to categorize the clients, as they come in. Since lunch I had had ‘the old retired colonel’ with his Moorcroft, followed by ‘hopeful young couple’ clearing out their semi-valuable heirlooms – a Victorian fob watch and a couple of pieces of Arts and Crafts. Elizabeth was hard to classify. She didn’t so much walk through the door, but stumbled, clutching her box and almost falling over in the process. Jack, our porter was.