I'd researched the scene extensively and found out aboutparties organised on a commercial basis, with quite steep entrance fees. Thatwould have been w...rth it, but as soon as I suggested it to my wife, she'd turnedme down, made it clear she wasn't keen. She had some serious misconceptionsabout what happened at such functions. For three years I'd kept on, explaininghow they work, putting the reasons why we should go, trying to persuade her,trying to convince her that it would be fun. Obviously, I. Alexia simply wiggled her hips at the notion. Alexia sat down on her bed, the cold fabric seeping into her thighs, forcing her to quiver at the thought. She leaned to her side and T-shirt the stockings to warm up, sliding them on one at a time. Each one enveloping her long legs all the way up. The warmth was an immediate relief!“Hmmm, yeah. The cold is out,” she giggled. The rain kept pouring as she briefly stood by the window, in nothing but lingerie. 'Anyone could see me now, a shame no one. “Fuck the plot,” I thought, “I would do her any day!” I grabbed the lube and poured some over the head of my cock before palming it and gently stroking up and down, simulating the feeling of penetrating the beautiful MILF. She sat on the desk and parted her legs, showing off her milky white thighs. I had to slow down, otherwise I would have jizzed right away. I let go of my shaft and leant back on the couch to watch the scene unfold. She swiveled around on top of the desk, lying on her. Thank God! Without the tumblers, the room would have been my mausoleum, at least until the servos came out. I now think of the room as sort of an observation bubble.”“And it’s at the top of some sort of pyramid?” Emily asked.“Exactly. There are air vents on the floor and the usual servo access ports but no physical way for me to leave except through the carriage. I looked through all the windows. Below my hexagon on the next floor down were seven additional hexagons. They looked the same size.