Actually it’s more like 400. You just can’t see them all in the dark, filthy shadows of the old bowling alley converted into a whore house/strip j...int.Lucky for you the place was partitioned off to provide rooms for the prostitutes to ply their trade. Otherwise there’d be many more men. Too many.You were already told what to do. Go to the dance pit, shake your ass and (ugh!) MASTURBATE for the sick degenerates.The Pit is actually a small, raised platform with a sloping floor surrounding it. It. He spied on her as she wrote cards to her friends and family.“Be my valentine!” she said with a giggle as she sealed the last of the letters.She hummed to herself as she gathered up her coat and boots. She skipped happily to the post office a few doors away and smiled broadly as she bought stamps for all ten of her cards. Then she dropped them all into the mail box and went back home with a smile fixed to her pretty face.There was no one special in her life right now, but that didn’t dissuade. I woe up around 2 to drink some water, when i came back i could see her in that dim light , she wore a t-shirt and mini jeans , dam she is so gorgeous , then the evil in me woke up and said to me this is the right time to fuck heri slept on bed went near to her n placed my hand on her tummy , she dint move, so i got courage and moved my hand on tto her boobs over t-shirt , then i got to know that she removed her bra, i started to press it then i immediately she woke , then i dont know what to. What the hell are you doing breaking into my house?” “I don’t have a weapon on me. Please don’t hurt me, Mr. Jackson,” she said. She slightly moved toward him and lunging forward with teeth bared Champ pinned the intruder into the corner. “Oh God! Please call him off!” Tom said, “Okay as long as you do what you’re told you won’t be hurt.” She responded, “What are you going to do with me? Please don’t call the police. Please just let me go. I’m sorry I broke into your house.” .