We agreed to meet in the Hilton Hotel lounge.This is my story.I walked into the Hilton lounge and a nice looking man approaches me and says "Hi, Alici...a.", pulling a chair out for me to sit. "So, what's your name?" I say. "Does it really matter what my name is, Alicia? I'm going to be honest, I'm going to buy you some drinks to get you drunk, so I can take you back to my house where my friends and I will fuck you. You're a slut for our pleasure and just a one night stand, Alicia, plain and. Surely you don't need to take a picture of me," I said. I had assumed that since we were buddies he would skip over the picture taking phase for me.Seeing the hesitation in my face, Brad grabbed at his crotch through his jeans. I could tell that his dick was hardening and could see the outline of his thick shaft through the pants. Seeing this convinced me that I needed to go through with this and slowly raised my hand to my face and Brad snapped a picture."Good boy, now down on your knees for. I didn't eventhink about it and then the oldest girl told me to follow her into herroom. She pulled out a dress and told me to change into it. I wentinto the bathroom and took off my clothes and put on the dress, which Iremember was blue and flowery. I slipped it on and walked out. Theoldest sister had put on my clothes (minus the underwear, we kept ourown on) and we proceeded to play. While we were in the middle ofplaying ( I was acting like I was cooking on their fake stove toy theyhad). "I laughed at the running joke. Their house had a football pools syndicate, submitting half a dozen lines each week, and an expectation that their boat would come in before too long. That wish to have a flutter was understandable enough; it was their certainty that it was just a matter of finding the right method of selecting their prediction to ensure success that I didn't share. They had long discussions each week when they got the coupon from the Littlewoods agent about which matches were.