It was my thirty-fourth bed, I was Top, working with a veteran Bottom. Guy comes into the room, just another lonely businessman on the road, except th...at he seemed really nervous - figity. He calls his wife, talks to her, hangs-up and leaves the room. Comes back about a couple of hours later - he's not alone. Gotta pro with him.A pro what?A hooker; he's paying for sex. Something you'll find is not that uncommon. What is uncommon is what they start doing. She bosses him around, yells at him, hits. In two hours I was drunk, not fall down throw-up drunk, but flying pretty high. As the night wore on I noticed the touches during the dancing were getting almost too friendly. I wondered if I had a sign on my back saying "Grope this butt". More drinking, dancing and highly intellectual conversation like " Yeah George it hasn't rained much this year, the bloody hay is looking crook" and shit like that.I decided it was time to depart. I found the local guys sitting around a keg of beer and they. "Oh I bet I will" I replied "ill be down soon tiger" she replied. I went down stair and about five minutes later samantha came down wear I red dress. "You look beautiful" I said "aw thank you" she replied. "Come on we don't want to be late" I said as we got in the car to wait for our parents. Our parents told us that we are taking two cars then they finally come out. We left the house and got to the restrant sat down at the table with our parent across from us. Right before we left they gave us. She screams in pain, but I don’t care. I go back in the attic and look for more freaky shit to have fun with. After minutes of searching I find an evil clown mask. I tell Mo to get her fat ass back downstairs and she goes. I run down to the kitchen and put the mask on. I lunge into the living room in my new ‘outfit’ and she wails, running upstairs. I chase her, but she is nowhere to be found. After several minutes of searching, I find her in my bedroom in a fetal.