All the walls were perfectly flush with glass compartment doors and touch pads built into them. There were hundreds of compartments, large and small. ...Above my head were two more levels of the same size that I could only see as the step pad brought me closer to the center. Apparently there were no stairs, only step pads and three sets of ladders, each of which was visible from the center of the room. Seeing that there were so many interesting little compartments on the first floor, I decided to. Alex looked up at me. “I think the motor is burned out,” Alex reported. “I can run up to Home Depot and get one.”“How much are they?” I asked.“About eighty bucks,” Alex responded. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll put it on my credit card and you can pay when I get back.”I assured Alex he didn’t have to put himself out. “No,” He interrupted, “the pleasure is all mine.”I couldn’t turn down such a sweet offer. Alex said it would only take him about twenty minutes to run up to the Home Depot. “Fine,” I. So, instead, he tramps back down the stairs collecting the dropped tapes as he went.He's assembled most of them in a neat stack when he notices one of them is lighter than the others. Puzzled he gives it a shake resulting in a loud rattle, there is something in there, he realizes.Prying it open he finds a leather belt, no, it's too small to be a belt, a collar maybe? Whatever it is it's studded with pieces of chrome and has a plastic knob in the middle. The knob is stamped with numbers one to. That made it hard for Lisa to lean in to suck my dick from the sides. We moved all around, with the girl's shirts completely unbuttoned, until the final result was Wendy lying back against a bundle of jackets. I was lying back against her with my head so I could both whisper in her ear and kiss her cheek. To make it work the best, Wendy pulled her skirt all the way up, a jacket put under my bare butt and both of our legs spread to the sides as much as was comfortable.That gave Lisa enough room.