Being picked up while still being wrist deep in her jeans made Kristina yelp in surprise. Her one free hand reached over to hold Derek's shirt to steady herself while he carried her to the room. The fingers on the hand in her pants cupped and kneaded her pussy, her index finger nestling between the swollen, wet folds of her labia. Kristina rarely masturbated. It wasn't that she had anything against it, or that it disgusted her. She just never really felt the need to. Her hand began to pick up speed but slowed to a crawl as Derek opened the door to the room and carried her inside.<br/><br/>From the entrance, the large TV and three-seater sofa dominated the view. There was a games console and a karaoke machine on one side of the television and a vending machine full of sex toys, lube, and condoms on the other. There was a small 'play' area in a slightly lowered amphitheatre behind the sofa area with the massage tables and other bizarre equipment that wouldn't look out of place in either a gym or a dungeon. Dominating the back wall was a king-sized bed and in the corner between the paly area and the bed area was a bathroom with all glass walls. The shower and bath occupied the whole room. so that it was a big wet area. The only hidden areas in the large room were a couple of closets near the entrance and a toilet by the bathroom.<br/><br/>The modern-looking room would have looked stylish, and even upmarket if the walls weren't painted pinks, yellows and blues making it look like a 70's disco motif or something. It definitely wasn't a room decorated for relaxing! And what was worse, dimming the lights turned on black lights that showed glow in the dark scenes of the ocean complete with dolphins jumping out of the water behind the tv and bed.<br/><br/>Even in her state of arousal Kristina looked up at Derek and said "Wow!" then began to chuckle like her usual self.