I had expected Bruno to offer me a "normal" escort job - butsecretly I was glad that I would get to see Marcus again and that he wouldget to see Nicky... !It was end of term and so a weekend in London would save me having to makea boring trip home too soon. I eagerly accepted Bruno's offer."Okay, be at the Docklands Hotel at 2pm on Friday and ask for Annette,room 127", ordered Bruno. "And don't be fucking late or I'll set the dogson you", he kindly added as an afterthought..I had started to adjust. Hit the cabins. You can talk at breakfast."Gloria lay in her bed. Judy was in her sleep shirt, and had her flashlight in her hand. Gloria watched her as she went around the cabin, saying something to some of the girls. She leaned over to pick up a piece of clothing that was on the floor, and hung it on the end of a bunk bed. Gloria saw she wasn't wearing panties again, because there was no panty-line under her shirt.While Judy was gone, getting fucked for the last time by Brad, at least this. The lean little black girl toddled through the kitchen, finding the small room. She lifted the lid, visually checked and happy with the seat’s cleanliness, slid on and let go.The cute little piccaninny with her black shoulder length frizzy hair tied in double, bright red, pig tails, saw the photos even on the toilet wall, some with the man of the house standing to attention and some receiving medals from more ornately medal decorated old men. She dabbed her little bottom, flushed the basin and. ‘I knew you’d rudely reject my kind offer. Here’s your diary. Fuck off.’ She stood staring at him. ‘I suppose I could come with you.’ ‘Jesus!’ They sat on stools at the bar, looking at each other closely. ‘You look pretty good washed up. Show me your legs.’ ‘Is that what a gentleman would ask a lady?’ ‘No never, but those honorifics exclude us.’ She ignored everyone around them and slowly pulled up her loose skirt. ‘How far?’ ‘As far as it goes.’ Still calm, she pulled her skirt right up until.