I am trying to set it right for an accurate read. We don’t want to do it again and again, do we?” “No, Mistress, once is enough.” After severa... minutes of ass fucking him, Abby announced there was a reading of 99 degrees. “Just what I thought Charley, I found the problem. When did you last move your bowels?” “My bowels, Miss Abby?” Knowing by now not to question her, Charley said it was probably a few days ago. “Just as I thought. Come with me into the restroom and we will deal with this. Rolling onto her side, her mouth stretched into a lion's yawn as she wedged an arm under her pillow and folded it around her head. The annoying light, however, caused her eyes to begrudgingly open and she blinked several times. Then her eyes popped open when the large amber numbers on the clock radio came into focus. She had tossed and turned most of the night, finally falling asleep around three in the morning. Shit, it's almost ten o'clock! She jumped out of bed and dashed. Pale skin and freckles. Red hair. The other two had dark hair. Darker complexions.Ginger squashed that possibility. “Excuse us,” she said. “Nature calls.” And she led the ladies to the ladies room.“We should find them dates,” Ginger said as soon as they settled into line for the toilet.“So you don’t want to bring them home?” said Consuela.“Of course not, silly. I have the men I want in my life. And the women for that matter,” she winked at Katrina, who blushed.“Sorry,” said Consuela.“Don’t be.. The married couples got first dibs on the hotel rooms. They had set up a tent city around the area to accommodate the rest of the rabble.The tents were set up in ten sets of a dozen ten-man tents. Each set was a different colour and had large numbers printed on the side. Each guest was given a wrist tag that was the colour of their tent, displayed its number, and beeped when they got close.Different games were set up for those who wished to participate. Gary and Nick had even got their people.