Kirsten help me collected all my stuff before we pack my car up. I finally asked Kirsten "How she had got here on the Tuesday?" and she replied "Aliso... had dropped her off and she was to forget about things but enjoy her time off relaxing." Kirsten then said "If I had forgotten anything she would get it as she was the one who had to clean the cabin". The snow has been melting most of the night so there was just some slush on the road as we headed off. I dropped her at her home and we kissed. ‘Oh, no little slut, you do not fuck with me this way, the way you fucked with my brother,’ he thought to himself. ‘No. I already told you I wouldn’t mind sharing you,’ she smiled wickedly, looking straight into his eyes. What devil made her say that? She turned to leave, trying to free her wrist, but she felt herself spun around and slammed against the door. Before she could protest, Damon’s mouth slanted over hers in a hot demanding kiss. She felt his tongue gaining entry into her mouth and. You were being pushed back towards the rear of the lift, your mind elsewhere, when you sure you felt something brush against you. Thinking nothing of it, a purely accidental act in such a confined space, nothing to worry about. Then it happened again, this time a little firmer and with purpose. The rest of the workers in the lift we pre occupied with their phones or newspapers to notice anything untoward. You then felt a definitely squeeze of your ass through your skirt…you didn’t react, it. This rig was more practical while they went about their daily routines of inspecting, cleaning, and making minor repairs to the Establishment and even though Doris could wear cook’s whites in the galley if she wanted to; she seldom bothered to change and cooked in her Number Threes.The four men were a little disappointed but soon realised the practicality of Michele’s mandate, the Wrens still looked femme but not as alluring as they did after dinner when they relaxed the dress rules and wore.