The supervisor, Mrs. Peabody, was called "Penny" by a select few of the "old-timers". It was a tightly knit group and I was not a member. Fortunately,... Doris was a member so perhaps she could put in a good word for me if "push came to shove".Mrs. Peabody was on the telephone, so I just stood there looking around her office. There was a photo of her and several other women on a tennis court on the wall. The sight of her in the abbreviated tennis skirt impressed me as she tended to keep her legs. Santa was unzipped and moved in right after with one of the largest cocks I have ever seen. I could not deep throat this dick. I really, really tried. There were a couple guys coming in behind Santa. He was still getting hard in my mouth, but they were eager to get started. One had his shirt off and came up beside me. The other put his dick parallel to Santa's. He was like an elf next to Santa's huge dick. Shirtless motioned for me to get off the seat, so I half-stood whilst keeping Santa's. I answered that never and now it seemed weird to me…We both laughed a little. She pushed a finger inside her own opening. Her pink pussy lips folded in a little as she curled her upper body to reach further inside herself. I liked watching her. "Do you like penetration?" Paula asked me, with an evil grin in her eyes."Yes, but I mostly stay out here, just stroking my little clit…” I said.Suddenly a wave of pleasure coursed through me and I sighed heavily, my legs reacting a bit. I rubbed faster,. ”She put my suitcase on the bed and left. I hung my two suits and my now redundant uniform in the curtained alcove. I looked around the room. Apart from the uneven floorboards, the walls that weren’t straight, the tilted window it looked perfectly normal. For a room in Alan and Angela’s house it was normal. The walls and ceiling were plain white. There was no lavender colour anywhere so why was it called the Lavender room? It looked out over the back garden to the sea in the far distance. No.