I hear her tripping off, the boots on the marbled floor give her away. A room next to this, hearing a door open and shut. Quietness. Part of me want t... get the hell out, part gotten excited, and want to stay. The later part won. Five minutes later, or so, difficult to know without a watch, the door opens again. I hear soft low music. Something classical. Not really my kind of music, or a music that I know much about. But the low tones makes me relax. The sound of her heels trip again against. I herd them laughing and she leaned over the dryer to turn it on. Alex slid up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. I saw him push into her ass and I herd her say baby what are you doing. She turned and looked at the large tent under his shirt. She said OH no baby you shouldn't be doing that. He said the same thing he said to me. I'm sorry Ma I cant help it when it starts to get hard. She like me said Oh its ok your getting to that age. He turned and walked toward his room and. ..” Dale mumbled under his breath. The Bobs, seated to Lana’s right, chuckled quietly to themselves.“Increasing restraint range of motion and moving to neural control stage two,” said Jenkins as he clicked around on his workstation. In the other room, the cat-girl’s arms and legs raised and lowered robotically, the restraints still tight around her limbs but now paying out short lengths of chain to allow for movement. Testing went on for over an hour, each time introducing slightly more complex. . (my advisor shall we say.) Each week I saw more of her, and i could tell she was more relaxed around me. We would meet in fancy bars. restaurants and coffee shops. She was intrigued as to how a young Kenyan man brought up in the England would want to socialise with an older lady - and not the younger ones. The secret she didn't know was that I had always been attracted to mature women! Surely enough she was a lover of wine like myself... We spent hours discussing the technicalities of wine...