You wonder...

You resist to the temptation to look at the clock on your phone.

How much time has passed? Two minutes? Five, maybe? More like ten...

The others aren't nearly as anxious as you, though and kill time with their phones.

Come on!

As you gaze at the empty stairs you immagination runs wild.

Matt follows Miranda in the hallway.
His eyes wander on her shapely ass as she opens the door of Sarah's bedroom.

The room is a triumph of black leather and red silk.
Even if it's tidy and clean, Sarah's alcove ozes sex.

"That's exactly what you would expect form her." Says Matt.

He sits on the red satin sheets of the bed, dabbling with a small black flogger.

"Oh my god! This is sick..." Says Miranda after discovering a wooden cross with shakles hidden under a curtain.

"Seeing her room, i really can't imagine what kind of dildos she could have..." Says Matt in a worried tone.

"Yeah... Immagination is a double-edged blade, isn't it? It's the source of both dreams and nighmares... "