I mean it’s not in the centre of the room, but you can’t miss the fucking thing. It was white, marine blue and shiny.Becky’s house, Becky’s ru...les. I’m cool.“Oh, you found the kitchen?” Becky smiled towering her hair.“Yeah, you said help yourself.”“It’s fine Judes, no worries, so how do I smell now?” She twirls in her short yellow robe.“Very nice.”“I know, terribly dull, but it can only get better from here.”Becky shows me the rest of the house. I want to mention the huge chamber pot in the. . after sometime I had an urge to take a piss, I asked an employee if I had some bathroom for clients, since I had never been to Carrefour's bathroom before ... the clerk showed me the way and I went, I got there Was a well hidden door opened, I entered and had three urinals and two box, the bathroom was well hidden... I stayed in the middle urinal, I put off my dick and began to relieve myself, a few seconds later the door opened, I freaked out, A big bald guy came in, he was about 45 years. I was sitting in the buffet room of the largest casino which was strangely loaded with tasty entrees and great deserts served to an almost empty room of mostly local workers with no customers to tend for the duration. I noticed a table with a pair of the change girls looking out of sorts and sort of abandoned despite having plenty of food and the use of luxury rooms to house them until the crisis was finalized.They both looked a little forlorn and could not have been more than twenty years old. He laughed and said that he could see where that might be an advantage. As we sat there talking, she came back to join us. She was still wearing her high heels, but had taken off everything else and put on a lace beach jacket that had half-sleeves and covered her to mid-thigh. The lace pattern on the jacket was very open, which allowed the color of her nipples and the hair on her pussy to be quite apparent, if not in plain view. “Is this okay, or is it too much?” she asked as she stood in.