I continued to listen, and soon I could hear her pussy getting wet. “There is no way, that this beautiful woman is masturbating in the stall next to...me,” I thought to myself. It has to be something else… Slowly her breathing increased and I could definitely hear her cunt begin to get sloppy as she rubbed away. Looking down, I thought, “she has to be able to see my shoes, as I can see her shoes just fine." From the sound change I could tell she was now fingering herself furiously, but at the. Fine by me, I went to get ready for bed. As I went to lay down, under the sheets, I looked at the paper again, the one that came with the necklace. I must have been tired because I actually wondered even more what that poem meant. The words just hit me in a strange way, I just wanted to know why. I then decided that the next day, when my energy was awake, I was going to put thought into the matter. Not having even finished that thought, I heard the door to my cousin’s room close, and also. I looked around, opened the door and started running toward my Honda. Maybe a half dozen people stopped and looked at me as I ran nude through the parking lot until I got to my car. I had left the door unlocked with my keys under the mat. I jumped in and as quickly as possible started and drove off. The strangest part was that I was on hard by the time I got to my car. I couldn’t understand why being treated like I had been was so exciting, or maybe it was the public exposure. I pulled behind. You'll probably never have a chance to spend time in luxury like this ever again.Thinking of the luxury displayed everywhere she had been in the Retreat brought on her next thought. Now I understand why Kathy and Jill were so casual about that expensive hotel suite in St. Louis. This building almost makes that suite look ... cheap, yet nothing here is gaudy, but rather is a more subtle, though nonetheless positive example of supreme wealth.Diana said that Mr. Wainwright originally built this.