He grabbed my tits hard, and called me a slut. I liked this kind of talk when I was made up and dressed like this. “Look at you, you fucking whore!�...�� He smiled. He was right. I felt like a whore. His hands were all over me; in my knickers feeling my really wet juicy pussy and in my bra squeezing my tits. “I haven’t got enough hands for you- we need help!” He was starting early in his quest to see me with others. I went down on him and took his hard cock in my mouth. He did the usual of taking. He wrote us a blank check for any equipment we needed.Putting all my gear away didn't take very long. I was just about finished when my sat phone rang. It was Clint calling me from down the hall. We had a short conversation discussing the plan for the next day.I had just put the phone away when my room phone rang, this time it was the front desk letting me know that someone was downstairs waiting for me. I hung up and thought about whom I knew here. I speed dialed Webb and told him, he was as. “Very well, we’ll begin.” I felt the cold slick leather swat return to my left buttock. In some ways, the rubbing back and forth eased the throbbing of my earlier paddling. He tapped a few times, finding the perfect spot with which to begin. “Thwaaaack”. My head jerked up as the swat landed square on the sit spot on my left cheek. God, he’d put some strength behind that. “Aaaaahh!” I caught my breath. “One… thank you, sir.” I gasped. “Please… may I…. have another?” I managed to force out,. Mel said this will be alot fun, we are going to get laid!! Now I have only been with a couple of guys a couple of times but I was not going to say anything to Mel. We went in and Mel asked where the glory holes are and the guys said that they do not have those any more. Then Mel said we wanted to get some strange. The two guys at the counter looked at each other and then said follow us. They took us to the back room where there was a table just high enough for fucking. Mel stripped off her.