Feeling my hands come torest on what felt like soft skin sent my heart racing as I pulled her down to my waiting mouth. Ibegan to plunder the softness...waiting for me. I used my lips and tongue to explore every slicknook, and worked my way to the plump clit that I could feel bloated with pleasure. Using mytongue, I flicked it vigorously while lightly holding it in place with my teeth, and for the firsttime, I could hear the sensual moaning of a woman being pleasured.The hands holding my cock. Checking myself out in the lift as I go down to the ground floor. If my 'look' was any minimal, I would be stark naked!Now... my big entrance! It's quiet, some men in appalling suits at the bar. No you as yet.The Red Room, it's called, and all the walls are glossy red, and there are mirrors and... oooh, a seat where I can see the whole room. My front-bottom is agog! I only turn away for a moment to sneak a look at the girl behind the bar, and when I turn back...My GODDDD!It's you, wearing the. I then opened up one of the packets and dumped the sugar out on my wet nipple. It stuck, and after admiring my work I picked it up and licked all the sugar off. Yummy! For the hell of it I repeated with my other breast.I slowly, casually walked through the other rooms, not finding much kinky to do but still getting off on just being naked. Well, except for the front room where the customers come. It has big windows, so I just stepped in and then quickly stepped out of it, just to be able to say. Could the same thing happen at the Reigate Refugee Centre? There were so many ways that Diane's enterprise was utterly contrary to the modern mean-minded spirit of immigration policy that it was a wonder she'd been allowed to get away with it. The local MP was one of those most opposed to the centre and she'd had to explain her employment policies in great detail to officials from the British Homeland Security Services. It was this newly instituted quango that now took responsibility for the.