"How many of you have done this before?" asked Amanda. I thought that was an odd thing to say until more than half of them raised their hands, grinnin.... The remaining four looked uncomfortable, like they were behind the power curve. Then she said "The ones who've done this before can leave."There were a couple of comments, some of them about experience, but she ignored them. Once they were gone she faced the four who were left."I'm not interested in some guy who has fucked dozens of women and. He stooped and brought one strong arm up behind my knees, catching me as I fell back, and swept me up into his arms. I left my stomach behind and a little excited giggle escaped my lips. He carried me down the narrow corridor, soft waves of silk draped over his arms and falling in a curtain below me. “Card?” I asked as we approached his door. “Left jacket pocket.” I unclasped my arms from around his neck, reached into his pocket to retrieve his key card and then twisted to put it in the. There were people who were not wearing cloaks scurrying among the rows, some carrying clipboards, others with small packages. I looked at TreFual and nodded toward the workers. "Only field agents have to wear cloaks in public areas. These people never leave leave this area. They live and work in here. Those doors " He jerked his thumb over his shoulder "won't open for them. Come on."We walked over to a service desk. Standing at the counter was a small woman with short blonde hair wearing. I paced nervously round the sitting room in my tux until at last the door of the bedroom opened and my girl walk out into the corridor, As I looked through the sitting room door and saw her move towards me she took my breath away. Her red hair was piled high on her head and her slimmed down face was made up to perfection. Her dress hugged her body and accented the beauty and fullness of her breasts and the v at the neck showed enough cleavage to be exciting.She was altogether a different shape.