Just one big open space with ivory white tiles and I count about six showerheads along its upper rim. And say to myself, 'Fuck it why not, I never sho...wer here.' I strip off my clothes at my locker without a care and stroll across the room naked. I don’t even have a towel or soap.Thinking of you as I stroll through the empty space, feeling the warm air on my body in combination with the utter excitement of just being naked so openly. Even in as relatively a mundane public place as this is, has. Miss Jones was a silver haired dragon with a cunt like a cement mixer. Every Thursday evening she met Oleg outside the Dog and Duck in Rotherham and he took her home to test the week’s production. She was an ideal tester as for for many years she had combined a day job as an switchboard operator at the British Consulate in Cairo with an evening job working in a brothel. On several occasions she had allegedly broken the neck of an Arab who was screwing her. She liked to wait until he started to. "Just scroll the right," Brad replied.I swiped to the right and now the guy in the first picture was on his knees but still fully dressed. He was looking up at the camera and his face was splattered with cum. The guy had his tongue out and a puddle of cum had pooled on it. In the foreground of the picture was thick white cock that I could only assume was Brad's. I continued swiping and was treated to pictures of a dozen or so other men each featuring one shot of them standing and then one shot. Corina smiled at me and asked if she tasted like she was fucked today and I said not really. Just in my imagination as I was licking her did she taste fucked. I slid my hand down to her crotch and Corina didn't stop me now and I felt a very loose open and swollen pussy. I knew that Morgan fucked her for sure and thought it was funny and figured she wanted me to catch her with cum inside her. I kissed her and figured I would never say she failed any test ever until after the time was up.I smiled.