You might want to come help me here." I said it in a whisper. I quickly when through the unlocked door. The place was empty. I had no idea how to run ...the equipment. Fortunately there was one monitor per camera. Each floor had a camera over the elevator and there were also cameras over the exits. In other words I could see them all at once. My girl got off the elevator on a different floor. "Come on Brit," I said under my breath as she went into a room after knocking.I heard The Brit enter the. For workshe always had to wear a skirt with pantyhose and high heels and a niceblouse. She always looked really sexy in that sexy business woman/secretary sort of way. She wore stockings in the summer just to deal withthe heat a little better. At this point, I was a little bit nervous because I couldn't tell if shewas mad or if she was just playing around but I didn't want to find outif she was mad. I was also a little bit scared because if she was mad andshe knew how turned on I was that I. As he walked with the others she watched the way he strode instead of slumped; how he stood tall. She felt her legs weaken beneath her. God, she wanted someone like that. She didn’t care what he did to earn a room in the asylum; she wanted him to touch her, to make her scream… “Number fourteen,” someone barked. She turned her head. In here, she was a number. “Dr. Rogers wants to see you in his office,” the orderly reminded her. It was Frown-Face, as she called her. The woman obviously hadn’t. We were all exhausted and happy now. My wife, who had visibly enjoyed being fucked by six old but experienced men, went into the house to take a shower. We men made a de-briefing at a glass of rosé. "We have to do that again!" was the clear tenor! "Your chocolate mouse doesn't just look good, she can also fuck great!" Hans-Gerd and Xavier said "necessarily! We want to stick our cocks in her fucking hole and in her asshole, too!" The men suggested that we golf as planned in the morning and fuck.