The one with T at the spa club
Erotic non fiction of my Killing Kittens spa partyArrived by train. Left stuff at hotel. I was very excited, tried to relax and not think too much. T looked stunning. We found the club which had a short, slow moving queue. As we approached the sign in desk we put our compulsory masks on and entered the club, storing valuables in our assigned locker. We ordered drinks and sat at a table people watching. Most were fully clothed still, a larger group at the bar appeared to...