‘You can take a shower, Greta, now, if you want,’ I said. ‘But I don’t have a nightdress,’ she blurted. I laughed, and threw her one of my s...ilk slips from a drawer. She smiled gratefully, and went into the bathroom, while I set about drying my hair. She took her time, and when she came back, her hair was now loose – the first time I had seen her without the pony-tail – framing her small face, now devoid of make-up, but still pretty, and she was wearing the maroon silk slip, her nipples. The whole session started when an older gentleman walked up to me, dropped his towel, and shoved his wrecking ball sized cock-head in my face. By the time all of the fucking and sucking started, I was completely naked and oiled up. I had no idea where my outfit or heels were. I took a long sniff of the poppers that were held up to me, and my head began to swim as I pushed back on the cock in my ass. The oil on the rubber sheets made it difficult to get traction so I rode astride him cowgirl. His place was first class, and he was preparing all his people to do a hell of a job for me. I dumped a suitcase full of drug money on his desk and left him counting it as the three of us were checked into a very nice executive suite. We were hungry, so we called for room service. A bellhop brought us some roast beef sandwiches with the juice to dip them in, and wouldn't accept a tip. He said the owner/manager said he had it covered. There must have been more than I thought in that suitcase.We. ‘Yes, Mandy … kiss her pussy!’ he said thickly and stood up to unbutton Karen’s blouse. He pulled the garment down over her shoulders to reveal her full, erect tits, and Mandy looked up and gasped as she saw them naked. Prinz looked down at the woman’s welted ass cheeks and he recalled the night before when Coco had spanked her erotically. He wondered how Karen had taken his post-hypnotic suggestion and he wondered too if she had enjoyed the man–whoever he had been–that she had picked up after.