‘How much?’ asked the man. ‘What are you offering?’ said Paola.‘Come back to our hotel and there’s two hundred quid for each of you,’ sa...d the man.‘Two hundred and fifty each and it’s a deal,’ she said, like a true professional.So in we got, and sped off to their luxury five-star hotel, where they took us up to the millionaire penthouse suite. When we walked in we found the suite already occupied by four more men, all of middle-eastern appearance, and two of them wearing full Arab dress. ‘We. ’ Ivey was such a comedian. She and Jo Beth staggered out of the room. I heard Ivey’s comment. ‘Fucking slut is some kinda lay, I tell you what. I need to rest for a while.’ I actually managed to doze off in the position I was in. It wasn’t terribly uncomfortable and I didn’t feel like showing any of my unusual features unless I needed to. I was roused from my nap by sharp voices. ‘Shut up you little slut. I don’t care if this wasn’t what you were planning on. Its what we were planning on. You. Now that kind of makes it more interesting, don't you think? I said, "Sure. I'll give it a try," in a confident way and again acting like I had absolutely no idea what so ever that my skirt would get blown up. "Alright, we got us a player here! We got us a player!" The man yelled out with a big grin on his face. "How do I get up there?" I asked. "Right here cutie," he said while setting some steps for me to walk up. "Okay, now let me explain," making sure I was listening. "You see that. And the waves were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonlight and clouds and the pounding of the waves and my head was throbbing. “There’s a time for fucking,” he said…“that time is now!”I started to stand but hands pushed me back down on the blanket…holding me there…and…”we saw what you were doing with your boyfriend…you were all over each other…it’s time to finish up what you started!” I was scared and looked at Brett, still beside me, asking: “What do we do now?”I was looking for.