Jody started to pull her golf shirt over her head. When she was down to her underwear, and I was standing in my shorts, I had to stop, because she had... the body of a model. I couldn't decide if her blue eyes or her breasts were her best feature, as both were stunning. She asked if I had a rubber, and I went to my travel kit, and pulled out a strip of three. She said that was even better. I was filling my second condom, as she screamed, grunted, and shook through her third orgasm. The applause. I think they also had trash cans, but I’ll be honest, I left a LOT of messes in those rooms, cause, as we all know, whores are slobs.The place was amazing and enjoyed an endless supply of new freaky people. Many were vacationers or conventioneers looking to go beyond their normal sex life. Some were curious, many were closeted freaks. A few were couples wanting to see the freak show or, occasionally, far less often then desired, they wanted to try something new with someone else new.Other. We went to the bar and Tyrone told us to wait. We sat on the high stools and were handed a couple of margaritas, as Tyrone disappeared upstairs.A few young black guys were soon hovering around us. One stroked my leg and ran his hand up to the hem of my black dress. I smiled at him, but I didn’t say anything to him. My skin was tingling, my throat dry. Maura was receiving some attention also. One guy had cupped her boobs. “Whose whore are you?” The guy who was touching me asked.“Tyrone owns me…”. But I doubt they will ever know how much I missed them and cared about them.As I drove from Plymouth to Torquay, Misty told me her name was Ashley Gordon, although I continued to call her Misty. I learnt that she was actually twenty-two and from what she said she had been completely under her brother's influence until the previous evening when he pushed her too far. I really don't think she'd ever had to think for herself until that night. But she was trying the best she knew now.Mac and Jenny.