“Hell yeah,” he said hoarsely, “and even if she couldn’t, we ain’t seem to have another choice,” which made it obvious to me he would fuck...my ass with no mercy. He leaned on my ass and licked over my open asshole. I sighed, it felt so nice having his warm wet tongue exploring my asshole. I didn’t expect this huge black man fondling my ass so nicely. And as he proceeded licking my sensitive hole, I could feel a tiny little finger fondling my clit. It was ‘Ann’, she dove under my groin, between. On the way however, I lost him in the crowd of guys that started conversations. I made it to the kitchen myself and gratefully accepted a drink from a really hot guy! We started talking and I found myself growing increasingly attracted to him. (Let’s call him…Parker.) He was very muscular, a football player. We moved out of the kitchen and started dancing to the music. He was holding onto my waist with one hand from behind and following my movement. He started getting closer to me and moving. "And that's where we come in. We're the best thing in town during tourist season, and we're the best thing in town now. Just with higher rates, on account of the entertainment supply and demand situation. Double hourly rates, double for groups, and steep increases for anything off menu." I should back up. I’ll come back to tonight, but first more about Casey and how she recruited me to work for her brothel. I think I fell in love with her the moment my eyes met hers last week, and I think I. Saved by the bell, Blake was on the other line and I told him what he had just saved me from answering and the earlier conversations of the day as the second lady swatted the first and chastised her for making me ’embarrassed that I couldn’t do it’. ‘Tell them it was me,’ ‘Huh?’ I so eloquently grunted ‘Tell them I was the one that exhausted you last night.’ And after I hung up the phone he texted me with details on how he had so completely ‘fucked my brains out’. I told the women, they were.