Santi was a bit put off by the couple's behavior for the next little while.  Shari was in charge of their little group, there was no denying that, but other than that Tim and she were acting like nothing unusual was going on.  Despite that the couple's conversation in the coffee shop had suggested that they hadn't been a couple for long, and that they had never tried a threesome as they were going to today, they seemed utterly at ease.  They spoke to Santi as much as to each other, though they seemed to be steering away from anything delicate like who she was or where she was from; it was almost as though they trusted her intimately, and yet paradoxically didn't really care who she was.  Which, she slowly began to realize, was probably the best way a prostitute could hope to be treated... have fun, enjoy your experience, get paid, then not be bothered again...<br/><br/>By the time they were climbing several flights of steps of an apartment building, evidently almost to the home of one or another of them --- Santi could only assume, based on their conversation back at the coffee shop --- she was looking forward to the experience she was going to have today.  This pleasant young couple were sure to make her first threesome a very memorable one indeed.<br/><br/>When they reached the apartment, Tim unlocked the door, the lock making a loud sound in the seemingly deserted corridor, before stepping inside.  The way he deftly helped both Santi and Shari over the awkward step of the landing, followed by how quickly he wandered off to start making tea, suggested that this might well be his home.  However as Shari quickly pulled off her shirt --- leaving herself in her bra --- and retrieved various less-innocent articles from a nearby closet, Santi wondered if she hadn't been mistaken about them not having been a couple for long.  Both of them sure seemed to know this place by heart, and their comfort level with each other was wonderful to behold.  This was a couple that would do anything for each other, she thought... or at least, Tim would do anything for Shari... though she suspected that dominant though Shari seemed to be of him, she was as doting of him as he was of her.  The dynamics of their couple seemed quite amazing, and surely Santi would see just how much so soon.<br/><br/>"I like... I like all kinds of berries," Santi replied to Shari's quiet question.  She smiled.  "Strawberries, Raspberries, Blueberries... I get some when I can.  I like cherries, too..." she gave Shari a wink.  Despite that the "cherries" she was referring to were actual berries, now that they were here in the apartment --- and that the "tools" had come out --- a little innuendo wasn't inappropriate, she thought.  "I'll have some tea, sure.  Not too too hot, all right?  Thank you, Tim... now, ah... hmm." she set the forgotten medical magazine off to the side, on the corner of the counter.  She reached up to the collar of her skintight suit.  "Should I wait for this?  I don't exactly have anything on underneath this.  Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise..." she looked over at Tim, smiling coyly.