She liked to wear bracelets or anklets even when she was fully nude. It was her way of reassuring herself that she was a superior woman.“On your kne...es”Kathleen complied kneeling on the dirty floor, she was getting murkier by the minute.“Ok, Now you can beg properly,” he said with a smirk.She cleared her voice. It was all so new for her, so surreal.“Please Mark...”, she was interrupted by a new blow of the belt, this time on her nude back.“Call me Sir, and don’t look at my eyes, look at my shoes. Any of you up for a daisy chain? It would only take three of you... or five... or maybe seven.”Most of the girls just laugh, but two of them step forward and one of them says, “That’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”The other turns to a somewhat plump redhead and says, “What do you say, Sylvia? You’ve wondered about it yourself.”Sylvia looks around and says, “Do we have to do it out here where everybody can see?”The first girl puts her hands on Sylvia’s shoulders and says, “All you are. So I decided to walk around, watch and listen. Suddenly, it dawned on me, I hadn't seen Debbie in a while, so I went looking for her.Debbie's like a sex machine, she can go and go. She joking says that it's years of pent up sexual energy because her husband was a prude. I waked up and down the hall twice and couldn't seem to find her. I was worried that she had left. Finally, she emerged in the hall, she was taking a shower and a break.When she asked what I was doing, I told her."You don't ask,. I said that I did (and in fact I did) and it would be really nice to be able to take a shower and sleep in a bed instead of a car seat like I had two of the three nights I’d been out there. But then as we drove on into the sun it occurred to me that maybe if I had said no I might have been able to share the room with them…or they might dump me at the exit. They were an interesting pair. His hair was more salt and pepper and his style of dress would best be described as disco chic. He had on.