She moaned as his large hands slid down to her thighs as he bit at her nipples through the fabric of her bra. He slid her skirt up high on her thighs ...nd she scooted up so he could push it up even further. Jason felt the top of her stockings, damn he loved stockings, and shoved her skirt up to her waist. She felt his hands on her quivering legs and oh my, she felt about to explode on contact. Jason looked down at her smooth thighs and noticed that her panties were the same lacy material as her. I can't keep up. I am nowhere even close. By the end of it, I am exhausted and Jenny is merely glowing.She asks, "Have we time to use the weights? It's time I did my upper body programme. It must be weeks since I..." but I never find out because she stops her sentence abruptly and moves off to another part of the floor.As she walks away from me, I see her set against the equipment and the other members. Thin girls and muscly young blokes. Older men and women showing the effects of too much food. It was them and a handful of other people, all adorned in similarly unworldly attire, and in various states of leisure, with the same spiral-garnished pupils and defying presence. There seemed to be no roof -- it just went on and on, a series of spiral staircases and concentric rows of shelves of who knew what extending to a limitless sky. "Just look -- for example, 'can' and 'may'. My english teacher was always such a troll. Anytime I asked if I 'can' use the restroom, he'd say no. Then he. Ispent the next hour redoing my makeup, nails and hair and chose a blackvelvet cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, cut just above my knees.Black sheer stockings and patent 3" heals completed the ensemble. Itwas then that it struck me I had not called Jane and explained what wasgoing on. I 'phoned the hotel number she had given me, but was toldthat she was not in her room. Assuming that she had gone out for theevening with colleagues I left a message with my own number asking herto call me. I.