I’ve already chosen you so that decision is made. Now, to show you what I can do. You need to go to the bathroom, I can tell this from your mind. Yo... may get up and use the bar bathroom. You will want to walk out of the bar but that won’t be possible. While in the bathroom, you are going to remove all your clothes except your suit jacket, pants and shoes. You will bring me your shirt, socks and underclothes and set them next to me on my side of the booth when you return. Oh yeah, you will leave. "Just go and take a shower, you'll feel much better once you've freshened up, and I'll look through your things."By the time Debbie stepped out of the shower and went back into her bedroom, her mum had gone downstairs, leaving a pretty little summer dress that Debbie hadn't worn for years, laid out on her bed.Her curtains were still open as she started to towel herself down, and she knew that Pete was getting a real treat. Maybe it would encourage him to save a little harder.Debbie didn't dwell. He asked her if he could watch some time when I played with her.When she approached me about it, I, of course, was very amenable and intrigued, and we started a long and exciting discussion about it. Would he sit in the corner and watch all night, or would he participate in some way? She explained that he was straight, but she still made him suck guys off sometimes or otherwise do forced-bi to him, so that raised all sorts of interesting possibilities. I am straight as well, but what might I. From the sensations and sounds, I ammarched through a metal doorway into a bare concrete corridor, heading intothe depths of a building that smells of disinfectant and ozone. It is chillin contrast to the air outside, and the hairs on my arms bristle as goosebumpsturn my skin coarse. At the end of the first corridor, another heavy door isopened by a guard, and we descend stairs, the metal icy to the soles of myfeet. With my arms roped behind me, my ribcage is bare to the freezing air,and my.