Athroaty moan escaped my lips. I slid my skirt down and once it got over myround hips it fluttered to the floor. I was naked, except for my pair ofsan...als which wouldn't get in the way of a good fuck.I strolled up to Benny and let my desire for him be known. I didn't kisshim, that seemed too intimate but I did tug on his shorts. "Fuck me," Ipurred, "I want it. I need it." It wasn't romantic but it was honest. Theshorts were removed as were the underwear and two naked people stood in theBarton. He must be busy trying to catch up on yesterday’s work as well, she told herself. But she found herself growing impatient when lunch time came around and he hadn’t called her in yet. She decided to eat lunch at her desk since she didn’t want to chance missing his call.Shortly after lunch, the phone rang again. Finally, it was Chad!“Reina, Task 1 please,” he said in a sultry voice, then hung up.So, he’s going to make me wait, she thought. No worries, she was really good at Task 1 and she knew. It looked like a mix between a fetish shop, and a hospital room. Matt was in the room, sat in a padded leather chair, wearing what looked like a shirt and trousers, but made from latex. He looked stern, and a smirk spread across his face as we crossed the room. "Welcome to my favourite part of the house" he began "I've spent a long time acquiring my favourite fetish equipment, and you're the final piece of my puzzle! We're both keen players in the local fetish scene, we even host Miss Stephanie. .!" She slurred, coming towards me. Then as I moved away from the corner, standing upright: "Oooh! Very tall...!" She still advanced on me, peering at me. "Hang on, are you a bloke? You are, you're a bloke! Oooh, are you a traverst..., transverse..., a whachamacallit?!" She asked. I was mortified. She was being quite loud, so I shushed her. It sort of helped, as she shushed herself: "Sshhhhh! Shhhhh! It's a secret. He.... She.... Ummmm? Nobody must know. Ssshhhh! Are you gay then? Why do you.