A basement for subs. A basement for debasement. A sub looking for a base. The baseness of my desires. A debased substitute for love. There was no on... around. Finally, I was in the lowest level, where found a plywood door that was locked from the inside. I knocked, and there was Mr. K., wearing construction overalls, not his Armani suit. From the cold, wet construction site outside, I walked into a medium-sized room that was actually warm and dry. There were some electric heaters and there. We dozed, lost in that euphoria that follows great sex. Gently kissing one another, stroking cool skin, me fondling soft breasts and her my genitals. It was beautiful. The sun went, soft rain beat on the window as we rose, and together, we went down to the kitchen once more, flushing the evidence as we went! We raided the fridge, sitting at the table still unclothed, with cokes and slices of cream cake, smiling at one another, like naughty k**s raiding a sweety jar. Ros said there was much. More

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