.It still hasn’t come back to me how I got here and I only now noticed that I was barefoot and dressed in rags, and not much either. I was wearing s...ome type of leggings with the legs cut off jaggedly so they were like loose shorts and an old t-shirt with holes.The floor was cool on the soles of my feet but the building seemed a little warm. Despite this I felt a chill since the rags I was wearing were very drafty. I am ashamed to say I had gotten aroused at the whipping and I could feel my. The relaxed and friendly lifestyle of the town had made it a breeding ground for cultural tolerance, diversity and acceptance, their brochure read.But the town was probably best known for its unique style of underground living. There was an extensive range of underground accommodation (as well as above ground for those that preferred). They took advantage of the opportunity to visit an underground museum, an opal shop and an art gallery. Other things they were told about would be included in. “Shit!” I cried out, feet dancing on the pavement, Steve disappeared for a moment, soon returning saying the Gents was open, not stopping I pushed past him and for the first time found myself in a Gent’s toilet, noting the pretty awful smell and unfamiliar layout I saw the last cubicle was empty and quickly rushed in, there was no lock on the door though and Steve, following me in stood against the door to stop people coming in, dropping my knickers to my ankles I sat down carefully upon the. I told her whatever she wanted and she just went and said, "Well, honestly, Frank, I'd like to go to bed."For a split second, yes, my mind thought, 'Well, she's tired... ', but then I realized I was getting an invitation to a much more intimate evening than I had planned on.It was her grin that made me realize what she was suggesting."I would be most pleased to accompany you, if I may." You certainly may, I would even insist if I thought I had to," and she took my hand and led me down the hall.