On the easter holiday, i was so sick of him, that i´ve decided he needed to learn a lesson...the underground level was supposed for "the-permanent-li...ve-in-ones", it means the for-life staying, yes forever ones...the underground level is a bit haunted, other guards don´t want to go there, they have nightmares after return from that level, they witness hearing screams, and arms trying to hook them, noises also, doors slamming, and windy is very often found there. underground level has low light,. I apologize for the poor air conditioning and point out that the massage room might be a bit warmer than comfortable for a massage. Her eyes show a sudden surprise at this comment and a very brief smile comes and goes almost instantly. Maybe she thinks she knows where this might be going. I point out to her that there are some solutions to the problem. One is that we postpone the massage until the air-conditioning is repaired. I’m almost certain she won’t go for that. The next possibility has. It transpired that it was indeed as if a door had opened in Jacqui's life; their next event at a private function found her eagerly encouraging the attentions of men who showed the slightest interest in her. She had dressed for the occasion in a figure hugging black number, low cut and high hemmed. Sluttishly, Jacqui sat on a bar stool and portrayed her willingness with legs slightly parted and no underwear, giving free access to view if the guy was interested enough to try.They were joined by. She was shown into a small interview room, where three guards were waiting. "This is a strip search, Jacky. Take off the dress." They watched, grinning, and made no attempt to look for contraband in the dress when she put it on the table, so they didn't spot the little tube in the pocket. Suppose it really had been contraband, she thought, drugs or something. So much for their security!"Now the panties, please." Eyes lowered, she slid them down, grateful that she had worn them outside her.