You close the door and open the parcel, wondering what was it all aboutyour eyes lock on a very nice pink full suitwith a matching girly cute hood mas...getting it out starting to understand when you saw the controls on the back near the zipper 2 switch, one for power one for WIfi clicking it turns leds built-in the suit ,making you eager to go back on your computer, dress in the suitIt was fitting you so well and tight around your naked body getting on your computer chair , opening the software. There is no name we can attach to her. She is most willingly objectifiable.Experienced and most clearly an expert, her top, you think you remember as black, is peeled from her olive-skinned torso. She places it by her side. Obviously knowing that a t-shirt to the crowd is a tee that’s never found. No-one likes to walk home topless. Not even exhibitionists.Gyrating slowly, she appears to sparkle in the lights, body glitter or something, a delicate navel piercing, it’s different and somehow. She looked at me and said, “ Aren’t you happy. You will be having sex with me?” I said, “ This is not what I had thought of. I thought the woman would be more beautiful.” She was shocked by my reply. She stood up and quickly removed her gown and threw it on me. She was not wearing anything else. She stood all naked in front of me. She sat on the bed, spread her legs and showed me her vagina. She said, “ This is what you need. A Pussy. I have one. So use your cock and both of us will be happy. “. I tried to give them that same respect.The barmen, floor man and guard came in next. It was payday for them. Pen did not pay anyone on Friday or Saturday, so they couldn’t get drunk and not show up for work either night. I told the men to be extra alert that night, and on the lookout for George Howard or any of his men. I made sure the barmen had weapons available under their bars, and told the armed guard that I wanted him on his feet, patrolling the balcony all evening.The last group who came.