Kala gulped down her 3^rd vodka and Coke.

“Where the hell are these video security guys anyway?” she grumbled.

She reached for the vodka bottle, which was a little too far out of her reach, and as she over-stretched, her right tit popped out of her red PVC peephole bra.

“Oh just fucking great,” she cursed as she handled herself and put it away.

She had put on her red PVC bra and open crotch knickers as requested by Gray in his last text message this afternoon just before he took off for another business meeting in Ireland.

She liked the gear, but it sure got hot and sweaty after a short time and that’s when her 36 D’s would start to slip out.

She’d been wearing it for almost an hour; these guys were in for hell when they arrived.

“Might as well pour a double this time, I’m sick of getting up and down,” she said to herself.

She walked on past the full height mirror wardrobes that ran the full length of the enormous penthouse bedroom.

Kala stopped, legs apart, and admired herself full frontal.

“Yep, still got the looks girlie,” she complimented herself.

And she had: blond streaked bob haircut, red high heels making her legs look slender, and her ass pert as if she was still 18 years old. Her tits were just the right handful for Gray, but her cherry sized nipples were what sent him over the top, and as she thought about Gray chewing on them, they started to flush and harden.

Her cunt started to tingle also, and she could see that her neat and tidy cunt lips were starting to swell.

Just then the intercom buzzed.

“And about fucking time too!” she exclaimed as she walked over to the control button. “Who is it?” she asked.

“Hello, we’re the internal security crew, sorry we’re late, we got lost.”

“Door’s open, come on up and let yourself in,” Kala said curtly.

She walked over to the bedroom door, which was directly opposite the apartment door, and she stood holding the vodka and Coke, taking the same pose as she had done looking into the mirrors.

A knock at the door and it opened gingerly.

“Hello, Miss, we’re here now” one of the guys said just as it opened fully and he caught the full on frontal of the red she devil.

He dropped his tool bag as his mate stumbled into him and they almost fell over.

“Well shut the fucking door you twat, don’t want old bastard across the way to have a heart attack do we,” she commanded.

The two guys jittered around like a couple of naughty school boys and shut the door.

“Right, let’s get this straight and no answering back, you strip now, you put these two eye masks on, I’ll let you choose either red, or black.”

She walked to them and handed