As Julie was looking around at the group, a big, tall biker grabbed one of the women and pulled up the back of her skirt to deliver a hard slap before...he just moved on down the bar. The sound resounded in the room as Julie saw that the woman had no panties on at all. She turned around and planted a kiss on the biker who had swatted her, but made no attempt to pull the skirt down as the biker moved away from her. Julie's cunt was getting wetter by the minute. As she sat there drinking her beer. He glimpsed tiny slits in the wall and ceilings, and recalled similar apertures all along the corridor. He had taken them for air vents at first but now understood that they were in fact guard posts. The corridor was lit from above, illuminating him and the guards as they climbed endlessly, but effectively concealing the watching guards stationed behind the walls.Dravid wasn't impressed. Medieval subterfuge and manual defences were no match for modern safe-care. A single safe-care biogas. She had been given a plain white tunic that had laces on the v-neck so it could be closed shut, and a pair of black pants that hugged her curves and ass nicely. They weren't elegant or expensive, but they would do and they also had an edge of sexiness. That mostly could have been from the fact that she was currently not wearing any underwear though and she was a little thankful that she hadn't been given a skirt to wear instead.With that taken care of she then held the key in her hand and then. ’ I didn’t, of course. I extracted her address from her eventually, called a cab, got her to her place, slid her onto the sofa, left her snoring, mouth open, and went home and thought no more about her. Sunday morning. I’d spent the evening before at a friend’s house for dinner and, a bit like Vee on the Friday, I’d had a drop too much and was not feeling great when I woke up. My cat, Balou, (Cat Balou was Dad’s favourite film) bit my shoulder, he often did this when I was late up. I told him.