"We're there." We are?" She looked up. And up. "Which floor?" What?" Gavin half-turned away from the security console he was accessing."Which floor ar... we on? Please tell me there's a lift?" There's no lift... you don't have to go upstairs if you don't want, there's couches on the ground floor." He turned away with a slight smile, and the metal grille-work over the door slid quietly aside."All of this? This isn't an apartment block?" No, it's not an apartment block. It's a... a house." She. She was thinking that those two girls would maybe try to humiliate her as well. However, when they came closer, she thought to notice that they didn't have anything bad in mind. They sure weren't looking mean at her, maybe somewhat interested, but nothing else. Well, she could see how both girls looked at her breasts and pussy, for some reason.Dina and Sabina had also noticed how those two girls walked up towards Sandra. So, they went standing a little closer to Sandra in support. However, even. Dont worry. Nobody uses their real name in this place. Because this place is not real. If you stick around long enough, you will find out. Shit, be careful though. Unexpectedly, a third member joins our party. What is this, the social table? It is the guy who pulled into the parking lot beside me. The scurrier. He plops down into a chair. I look at him. He is wearing two things. A towel around his waist, and a collar around his neck. Great. The third guy at this table with a collar on. Because. Now I'm one of these people who can't help but look at what other folk are buying. It fires my imagination sometimes. You see some little round housewife type with two bottles of gin and a tube of KY jelly hidden among the cornflakes and already you can envisage the party to come. See what I mean? And it never fails to crack me up when I see some crusty old Colonel buying sheer stockings. I bet he's a wow down at the club!The Professor's trolley was full of unrelated odds and ends. Bottled.