She had immediately called her twin sister to let her know thenews, and the pair couldn't decide which they were more excited about:that Joanne was ge...tting married, or that they'd get to eat at the mostexclusive place in town."I hope I'm not underdressed," she muttered to Michael. He half groaned,half smiled."Of course you're not underdressed. You look stunning." And he was right.Joanne was wearing a pale blue dress, with her mousey brown hair done in afancy updo. While she clearly wasn't as. Ronnie said, "This is one reason I'm not in that crowd any more. I know I smoke too much, but not that stuff any more."We walked on, and she said, "They're not all that way, believe me. So many of them are very creative people. Writers, artists, screenwriters. Stock brokers. It's just copy cats like those guys that give the whole movement a bad name."We strolled into the West 40's and 50's, and the neighborhood looked more and more rundown. Some of the older, orange-brick tenements looked as if. She loved what she saw! Seeing a hot guy ramming his dick up her butt and looking at the look on her face, made her feel wild and sexy. Her hair in her face and her boobs hanging low, which Scott grabbed and fondled almost every other minute, only added to the sight and thinking it was her cousin made her feel the most wild of all. She felt like a real slut for once and she loved it! It even took away the guilt she felt from being shit all over.“Faster, Scott!” She begged. “Give me an orgasm. It was only a short trip and we anchored in a secluded spot. I wondered how many women had been brought here.I had been shown the cabin that housed the bed that took up most of the room being King sized. It had been stripped off down to a thick dark blue blanket that had been placed there just for the purpose of sex. It did not match the plump yellow pillows.Dave had placed his bag if goodies in the room and he led the way. No one spoke and my heart was beating loud I was sure it could be.