Neil groaned loudly, as I wrapped both hands around the length. I loved how it felt. I allowed my fingers to explore his throbbing shaft and his shiny...helmet. When, I ran my fingertips around the rim of his helmet, he gasped with pleasure.“Oh, Christ! That feels good”, he panted.I listened for his responses, reacting to his moans and groans of delight. I wanted more, but wasn’t sure how far I should go, or for that matter how far Neil wanted me to. I stared up at him. He stared down at me,. I told them to go fuck themselves. Amy continued. There were numerous circular, bench-style seating areas and plenty of typical bar tables and chairs, lots of mirrors and disco-style lights, and a huge bar. The room’s main features were two large “exhibition” platforms. The platforms were circular stages with seating all around except for where the steps were. “You never know what might go on up there,” Amy said presciently. The adjoining areas had similar seating arrangements, and in one. He wiped his hands on the inside of his jacket pockets before collecting the camera and the light. He quickly filmed Karen’s breasts through her blouse before returning to the MP3 player. He made it with 13 seconds to spare and cursed himself for almost getting over-confident. Settling his voice down he timed the ending of the MP3 with an enquiry ‘So now, Karen, any thoughts on what I have just been saying?’ Karen began to feedback as he returned to his professional mannerisms. ‘By the way. It was a bizarre set up. Seated at a table that stood by a bay window in the lounge were our “guests” for tea; two elegantly dressed, shop-window dummies. “You are all far too inexperienced to practice on any of us,” Miss Carson announced, seeing our looks of disbelief at being expected to wait on mannequins. “When you can do things properly for Amanda and Sally here, you MAY be allowed to try serving Miss Matilda or her guests.”First of all we had to lay up a table for afternoon tea. Miss.