Frank did not own the motel, but he and the owner were close. Close enough that Frank could house his girls there and make profit, and the motel owner... would get all the free sex he could handle in exchange. Business deals. The motel was pretty run down, and the clientel was just as bad. Inside the lobby, behind the front desk was, what looked like to any average person, a doll collection. But clients understood the dolls true meaning. Each doll represented one girl. The dolls that stood upright. As we drifted in and out of sleep, in a far away voice Thu murmured “What age do you think the boy should be?” She had taken me by surprise “Oh, I don’t know darling. In the story I saw on the iPad I think the boy was about fifteen – that seems about right. Old enough to have a fully developed cock, but young enough to be new and fascinated by your naked body.”A long pause, then, “He has to have a good cock.” she said in a fairly adamant tone.“Of course.” I replied, Thu continued “and I want. He assured me these were all "live" and real. I was sitting in his lap and he told me to look around with the mouse myself and see what I liked. As he was letting me do this I saw couples, some fat and really not pleasant to see, single men with face shots and finally a black man with his cock in his hand. I said " that is a really nice cock" when I meant as far as to look at and my husband heard me say it but thought it meant I liked it. I tried to explain myself but he said "yeah, what you. .." She stopped and I waited, enjoying the smell of her and the pale glow of the silver light on her skin, her barely fuzzy skin, her gleaming, heavily lashed eye. "I've never been in bed with a man other than my husband, not since we wed." She stopped and looked at me."I can sleep on the floor or in a chair." No, no. I mean it seems strange." It is." Are you married?" she asked."No'm," I said. "Not me." Why not?" Liable to be dead tomorrow or the next day. Hardly fair to marry somebody and.