The doorman thought the same thing and after complaining that she wasn’t on the guest list, she’d have to leave. Of course the hand job Emma gives...him changes his mind and she is let in.Once in, she is blown away by all the people, the lights and the booze. Music thumps through a full away of speakers lined up almost everywhere. In the center of the floor is a DJ surrounded by a humongous crowd of ravers all dressed in latex of one form or another. Lining the crowd are mini bars serving up only. There was no question that she was well educated as evidenced by the language she used in her speech. He also observed her physical features which were very attractive. Long dark, almost black hair, over a very pleasing pretty face made looking at her a joy. The dress she was wearing had a high neck to it but he could tell that her breasts were substantial. She had walked in front of him as they were shown to their table and was impressed by her proportioned backside and slim calves. A very. Her mind, her spirit and her will. That was the only thing that came into my mind. The only thing I could do that day to stop her. So, I ripped her towel off showing me her perky small tits. She has developed well this past year since I’ve been fucking her. Her small waist, hips and thighs are very womanly. Her perfect shaped bubbly butt a beautiful feature to her small frame. She started kicking and I pinned them down with my own legs. I grabbed her hands and held them over her head pinning. As could be expected in these conditions, it was covered in muck and rust. Neither had spoken and had made as little noise as possible up to this point."Which key is it Will, Iron or magic?" she whispered."I am betting on Iron," he replied. "This key is making my skin crawl, like it is alive..." He shifted a little and pulled a small collection bag out of a tunic pocket and dropped the key into it. "A mimic maybe?" He put the bag back in the pocket and closed the button so it would not be.