Finally we ended up on an elevator down to the basement. Aswe walked off the elevator he then opened a door with a wipe of hissecurity badge. "We...come to what we here call the body cellar. Some people have a cellarwhere they age wine, we have a cellar where we age bodies. Clones, infact." I walked in and saw rows of bodies suspended in glass capsules, almostlike coffins. Attached to each was an another empty capsule. There was acontrol panel with rows of switches between each capsule.. ” She smiled but in a shy way, avoiding direct eye contact.“Please, call me Andrew – I don’t like being called sir.”“Yes sir.” She responded and instantly blushed at her mistake – Erica and I laughed in a good natured kind of way – they wanted the girl to feel relaxed and clearly she wasn’t.Probably adding to her discomfort was her nakedness. It was impossible to pick her age, probably secondary school age, such a gorgeous ripe peach. She had a long slender body, fair porcelain coloured skin. "Another ale, my friend," he said, flicking a coin in the direction of the bartender."You're not from around here, are you?" The bartender asked him."No I'm not, but don't worry, if all has gone to plan, I'll be out of here before long."A few minutes later, a man arrived in a cloak, carrying an ornate box."Do you have it?" The Englishman asked, excited."Yes, it is in this box," the other man replied."Good ... let's go into the back room. We need some privacy."They went into the back, where a. It all depends in the Correction’s Officer on duty, I guess.So I adjusted my cock as best I could before standing up and walking toward Juanita. By this time Juanita had gotten what she had gone after and looked right at my crotch then smiled at me. After that I saw her looking over her table and under my table at my crotch quite often. I checked out her crotch a few times myself but not enough to get hard again. I was also glad that I didn’t see any hard nipples through her bra and top. That.