She lookedat the clock with annoyance. The clock must have been pre-programmed tostart as soon as someone entered."An hour until what?" Brittney mock...d.She then looked at the door and found it closed. "I could haveswore...," she muttered as she reached for the door knob. It was locked."This isn't funny," Brittney said angrily and tried to force the doorknob. When that didn't work, she picked up the phone."Room service," the operator said."My door is locked. I need help," Brittney said. “Good morning,” I said, reaching to her disheveled blonde locks.Her reply was mumbled with a mouthful of my dick. She had me almost hard, and as I looked down to see the round hills of her ass swaying in the background, she decided I was ready for her.Her familiar silhouette rose over me as she straddled me before I could react. Jane’s gold-tinged Scandinavian skin confirmed she was a natural blonde. My hands instinctively went to her breasts as she pressed the split of her vulva against my. They saw me as more even more vulnerable than they were, and used my naiveté for an ego boost.The TV lit up, and the scene was of a fat woman kneeling in front of a naked man. I said, "What's she doing?", but the camera moved, and I saw the man rocking his penis in and out of the fat woman's mouth. She was not fighting it; it looked like she was enjoying it. I said so: "She wants to do that?", and looked at my neighbor. He nodded, and said, "People have been doing this since the beginning of. If you need a drink of water or some lube or grease up your ass or cunt tell the person by the tree. If you have to go to the bathroom just do it. Someone will clean it up and you already know what your job is, fucking cum till your all cum’ed out. By the end of this weekend you will never want to see another cock the rest of your fucking life.When he walked away a dick was shoved in both ends and it started. I realized this just wasn’t a party. Skeeter had made it an event. I never found out.