It was all there, the amount each punter paid Mabel for a 'session' with each 'girl' (there were various codes that I didn't really understand but as ...some sessions cost more than others, I could only deduce those punters wanted 'special services' and paid accordingly). Here was listed the earnings made by each of Eddie's transvestite hookers against the costs involved in running his secret prison brothel. Payments were listed to Mabel, the guards (although a lot of the guards seemed to take. Hell, there isn't even a native population - the "locals" are all employees of the resort.You keep looking at the data, imagining another Bison or Seth or Gil behind the scenes... but the more information you get, the less likely it seems. Maybe... just maybe... the Third Annual Velvet Fist Martial Arts Exhibition is actually just what it claims to be? The last two years have gone on with no notable issues.Your name is Cammy White. You're a member of British antiterrorism unit Delta Red, a. Keith had told me that John owned a bike shop.”Those helmets were adorable John thank you,” I said standing up hugging then kissing his cheek.John smiled telling us he would let us continue our evening. I suddenly realized this was his table. Nonsense John after all this was his table. He told me it was but Cathy told him she would make it up to him. I moved my chair so he could sit beside me. John looked to Keith who shook his head yes.I laced my arm through John’s as I asked, ”So how do you. When Mom saw the size and hardness of my cock her eyes lit up with delight."Danny! I never knew you had such a big prick, baby!", gasped Mom, reaching for my throbbing manhood. "It's gorgeous!" Tell me how much you want it, Mom." I grinned lewdly. "Beg for it!" Ohhhhh, God! Pleeeease fuck me, Danny! Cram mommy's pussy full of that big fat young cock of yours, and fuck the shit out of me!"Undisguised passion showed plainly in Mom's lust-glazed eyes and her shameless enthusiasm had my prick.