“I know.”

As Marty blew her a kiss and smiled, Kenna’s eyes remained fixed on the door, her sole focus on escape. Once it was dropped off, she made her way back to her office to tackle the remaining paperwork, her gaze intersected with that of a man moving in the opposite direction. The sound of his voice, calm and collected, was a stark contrast to her own turmoil, as she stood there, frozen in anxiety, waiting for the inevitable, her heart pounding in her chest,Group Sex Festival like a drumbeat of doom.

What happened next left her utterly stunned, as the first man swung open the door, and with a sweeping gesture, invited a second man into the room. He pushed the door open and guided her inside, his movements confident and assured.

She stepped cautiously into the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim light.