Empty. Room 1917... 19th floor. I hit the button, the doors close. I see the fire in your eyes and drop my bag. You grab my head, pulling it down, kis...ing my lips, mouths open, tongues fighting already. The floors start to ping by, thankfully slowly. I lift you up onto the rail that runs round the lift. Your legs wrap round me, ankles behind my knees. My hands under your skirt, pushing it up frantically, the lacy tops of your hold-up stockings more than I can resist. Your skirt is almost around. I came inside her the moment she started slumping away from me, her legs buckling from under her. It took both of us to hold her up and when my colleague grasped her under her arm to lift her, I saw that her body was physically shaking with her orgasm.Gwen finally settled enough so that she could stand up on her own. I started washing her face and hair once more to get everything out of it, and I finally let my hand drift to her pussy to give it an exceptionally good clean.I wasn’t expecting. I grope her thighs with my eyes; the nylon, her flesh, licking my lips as I do so. The woman looks down and I take the opportunity to slide forward, arriving on my haunches. I slide my hands round the top knee, lifting and moving the leg to one side. There’s a flicker of shame in the woman’s eyes, but also of anticipation. I revel in the feel of the black nylon against my hands, placing my hands round the other leg, just below the knee, pulling it to one side so that she once again sits with. It was a well-insulated room with padded walls and enough recording equipment for amateur production.“Shall we prepare something seasonal for New Year?” she said. “Maybe one of the pieces from Mother’s crazy book?”“Crazy book?” I said.She pulled out an old, thick book from the pile, scanned for a while, and showed me.“Take a look at this one, ‘Don oiche ud i mBeithil’”, she said.I checked it out and recoiled.“Are you crazy?” I said. “Have you seen the ornamentation on that?”“That’s why we call.