I walk to the closest computer while Mindy struggles to get her exhausted body moving again. The computer screens are displaying a new menu, for my ey...s only. I pull out my remote from my pocket and scroll through the options, and my jaw drops at what I find. It says I can change the time she’s allotted to reach the next checkpoint! And I can raise or lower the netting. Or I can even… Jesus Christ it says I can ‘administer shock treatment’. My eyes flick up to the naked girl above me, staring. When his lips touched mine, he entered me. I gasped into the kiss. Slowly and rhythmically, he drove into me, bringing moans from both of us. Each of his strokes stoked the fire inside me until I was burning up. I had a fleeting thought that he shouldn’t be inside me, but as I said, it was fleeting. His hand on my breast, pinching my nipple, lured me closer to the boiling point. I ran my nails lightly down his back, making his back arch and drive him deeper inside me. We both moaned. I caught. Using those horrible cups in the room they put out he poured a couple of drinks and passed me one and I said “Cheers”. “Fancied a stiff one all day” he said as he looked me in the face, no doubt waiting for my reaction. I must have blushed as this tall 60 year old gent stood close to me and the silence was unbearable for a moment until he said I mustn’t be used to sharing a late night drink with a stranger in a bedroom. I commented that I had never shared a late night drink with a man before. After amoment he selected the boxer shorts and stepped into them. He moved toselect a shirt for work but then stopped. This was bizarre. The boxershorts just didn't feel "right." He looked over at the where the frillylittle knickers still lay on his bed. He sighed, removed the boxershorts and once more stepped into their frilly embrace. He ran hisfingers over the lace ruffles, enjoying the sensation as the delicatefabric slipped between them. He continued dressing in his normal workclothes,.