I could feel them all around my body. They were very passionate, very manly, yet somehow careful. Slowly everything was turning into a daze and bliss....The passion was taking me over and all of the men. They were getting more and more forward, grabbing and squeezing me in my tight leather outfit. I could constantly hear words like "slut", "whore", "little anal slut", "cock addict", "fucking whore", "leather whore" and many more from all directions. The men were getting more and more into it, as. I was sick of diners and wanted to go someplace different. I locked the truck and walked it the dimly lit building and found a seat at the bar. Finding a seat wasn't hard though, there were only a handful of men and one or two women in the bar. I ordered water and some fries. It was quiet; the loudest noise was that of the pool tables in the back corner. I was vaguely aware of the comings and goings but the people were not my concern. I didn't really want to talk to somebody. I just wanted to. Some of the sub-camps specialized in certain hidden areas of operational control scanning all the corners from military style brothels to medical experimentation using the live subjects recruited from the concentration camps. The brothels were for both heterosexual couplings as well as homosexual acts that were being severely punished in the civilian world by incarceration in one of the many camps. Some of the brothels were just for officers and others were for the lower ranks using the Russian. From the logon a middle-aged lady got down, she had 1 carry bag and a purse and she was quite fat, nothing great about the lady. She was quite tall around 5ft 10 inches and she had worn a light green sari and was wearing glasses, she was not looking like the typical high society lady who come to the movie for passing time. I did not give a second glance as i was more interested in parking my car.She got down from the car and was noticing me and moved towards the ticket counter. I parked the car.