All the lager deliveries come on a pallet. It makes moving them much simpler if you a have a small forklift, or there is one attached to the van.”�...�Do the pallets go back to the company?” Reg questioned.“I expect so. They don’t pile up anywhere, I can vouch for that.”“If one didn’t go back to the supplier, how would they know?”“You are being opaque, Mr Robertson. What are you getting at?”“If I was running the suppliers, and some of my pallets were not returning, I would want to know where they. I slowly walked over to the bed and knelt down and looked under the bed. On each post of the bed were some kind of Velcro restraints that could be used to tie someone to the bed. In couldnt believe it my new employers were into some kind of freaky sex. As I began to straiten back up I looked around some more a little closer. I went over and opened the closet door. Everything looked normal in there. My coochie was itching and throbbing again at the thought that I might not be the only hard core. "Mmmmph…" she moaned into his mouth as she felt his digit enter her. She was all his now, and he knew it, too. Angelo broke the kiss and roughly spun her around. He placed one hand on her exposed belly beneath her shirt, while the other one remained up her skirt, but over her crotch. He rubbed her swollen pussy lips over her panties as he kissed her neck. He could hear her panting in his ear and he could feel her rubbing herself against his hand. He slipped his fingers into the side of her. I looked up. We had reached a table, and Cristina was chatting with the people seated around it. With a shock, I recognized some of the German friends I had made in the past few weeks: Iris, the quiet but friendly violinist; Stefan, the doctor in a local hospital; Frank, the tall political activist I had secretly admired. I blushed deeply, lowering my head. Now, I knew, I could never hope to go out with him as an equal.I was startled by the silence, all the eyes focused on my exposed body..