She tried to engage me in conversation. In hushed whispers, she asked me for my name. She almost blurted out her name. I shushed her, roughly placing ...y hand over her mouth. "We do not have names, we have not earned that right," I said.She was silent for a moment, and then tried to ask me where I was from before I came here. She was terrified, confused, disoriented. She was looking for someone, or something to settle her mind, to anchor her back to her past.I stopped the water. Grabbed her by. Her new personal assistant Amber happened to catch her down on her knees with the new accountant and she didn’t seem inclined to withdraw without seeing the thing through right to the happy ending when Jack drained his weasel into Trish’s studied submissive face looking up at him with eyes that promised a whole lot more if he stayed being a good boy in taking care of her finances.Trish was on her good behavior around Jack and it was beginning to piss Amber off that the young man was so gullible. Looking forward at the wall There was graffiti that read. ( don't look here for a joke it is in your hand) I chuckled a bit and the guy noticed and said what. I point to the funny insult on the wall. He leaned over to read it smiled and looked at my cock then said dude that thing ain't no joke. I finished packing up my junk it was still semi hard but going soft. I was relieved I would not have to hide it walking through the dinner. Just then I noticed the guy next to me in my peripheral vision. We pushed the heavy steel door open and looked inside. This had once been a waiting area for the guided tours. The furniture was all destroyed, but one could see that the waiting area could have accommodated up to about 50 people. There were lights in the ceiling, but they were broken and would not turn on. We had come prepared for that with flashlights, so we were ready to take a look inside.We pushed the door open and found a long walkway which led to a platform that must have been used for.