"They didn't tell you. Sex is part of the job. Mike, our regular driver, he laid my stepmother regularly and found girls for us now and then, bikers m...ostly. I'm sure Dad will want to get between your legs." He grinned at her. "They're some fine legs; do they go all the way up?"Just then the boy's father came striding out with a golf bag on his shoulder. "Charlie, want to play a round?" he asked."No, I'll come out later and go swimming," he said."Get this brute's keys," said the man, nodding at. Casually, you bring your hand up as if to steady yourself, and I see the sticky glistening coating of my lubricating honey on two of your fingers. Wet beyond the second knuckle – you went in deep. You part the fingers slightly and I see a short ribbon of sticky secretion hanging between them. You raise your sticky fingers to my nose and I smell the familiar salty musky sexy scent of my cunt. The scent of sexual arousal. You put your fingers in your mouth and suck them, tasting my juices. . Holding my hand there he began to wank himself with my hand. I squeezed it a little and could not believe it’s hardness. Another zip opened and I felt my other hand wrapped around another slightly smaller, but still rigid, cock.How could this happen? I was being f***ed to wank off two stiff dicks while someone was stroking my pussy? The guy to my left whispered ‘She’s like the cum sluts off the net’ That is just how I felt, a slut, for them to use. I knew that this had gone too far to stop. I. “I thought you weren’t coming until the morning?”“Meeting fell through, and then I found out that they had overbooked the hotel. Since I was so close, I figured I’d stay in my old room one more time. Did you get the boxes?”“Yeah, they’re out in the truck.”“Uhm, it looks like a mouse has been chewing on that box,” Paige said while pointing at one of the hatboxes, her voice unsettled.“That’s why I decided to go ahead and get them down. I know how you and Aunt Helen are about mice. I heard him.