"OK girls, those with cotton panties and tights on, stand up and lift your skirts," Louise commanded.Two women got up and lifted the edge of their ski...rts but the other two sat still and blushed."Anyone who does not take part in the evening as I instruct will regret it. I have some items in my case which I can use as a punishment that will be far worse," Louise said with a menacing smile on her face.Cheered on by the other women the 4 lifted their skirts to show very practical, boring. Happily (not that it was difficult to find somewhere to park a motorbike) there was an underground secure car park where, after a short delay, I was admitted.I’d never met Franz van Walters before. He was a tall, spare, dark man, disconcertingly dressed in blue cargo trousers and a matching polo shirt bearing the company logo. He picked up on my surprise. “I prefer to dress casually when I can. I still get to crawl inside cabinets from time to time if only to prove to my staff I know what I’m. Nonetheless, modelling was something she could do. And at 22 years of age she still managed to easily maintain her swimsuit body, a pretty face, beautiful brown hair and smouldering blue eyes. Her sun kissed skin and rounded ass capped it off for most men and her 34B breasts might not have been as big as she would have wanted, but fit her slender frame perfectly. In fact, if it wasnt for her petite five foot four height, so always felt that she might have given modelling a stronger go. Despite. Grabbing the handgun, I sprinted to the door, locking it immediately. I took short, shallow breaths as the horde rammed against the door with immaculate force. I stepped away at the door realising it wouldn’t hold too much more of that. I pointed the gun at the door, awaiting the carnage to enter my safe haven. The living room window shattered, I heard groans begin to flood into the house. I pointed the gun at the group which had entered the house, pulling the trigger several times before.