I was probably sexier than most of their wives and they kept staring at my big tits. Dad told me I should rub my tits on them as I sat the drinks on t...he table. This was so fun to rub against them and a couple times they would sneak a hand under my short skirt and feel my pussy. I started taking more time and spreading my legs so they could feel me better. I gave up wearing a bra and panties too. I liked the attention from the men.One night in the kitchen a man came in and grabbed me and pulled. Often, they were people who lived for the thrill of almost being killed or people who didn't figure they had anything left to lose and needed to support their drug habits. They usually didn't live long, although a few had a reputation of somehow magically avoiding death – The Kinevil Syndrome, they called it. There was also a name for those people..."Katie's a snuff girl?" Jake asked, incredulous. "Tanya's right! They hire themselves out to be killed! What the hell does Katie think she's. It certainly wasn’t to us. It might actually have been more to them than to us. We (at least Tim and I) had the advantage of looking from the outside, remembering all the interactions, the looks, the meaningful touches, and the time they spent together, just them. They both had been through their own heart-ache. Carlos losing his wife to illness. And, Mom … Mom losing everything she trusted in marriage, at least until she substituted Tim and me for my father. Both, very loving, devoted, and. He goes upstairs and packs an overnight bag for them both as he wants to surprise her with a night in the hotel, when he has everything he needs including tooth brush’s, razor and a lot of her make up but not to much to make it obvious that he is planning something, he goes back to work. The afternoon seems never ending but the clock eventually gets to five o'clock, he does not go home as he has all he needs, so he goes straight to the hotel and books in at reception, he gets two keys and goes.