It didnt take long for him to slip his fingers into my dripping wet pussy. I moved back and forth against his fingers to the music, feeling an orgasm...coming on. Soon I was shaking against his had as I came on his fingers. Once I had reached orgasm, he slid his fingers from my wet pussy, and I thought he was all done. It was just about that moment that I felt him pushing his hard cock between my legs. I moved as best I could, helping him slip his cock into my pussy. We began moving back and. I have lived among aliens, what did I care about the human clothing taboo, but something about being stared at by these three men human men, suddenly had me wishing I had stopped a moment to put something else on."Never mind that," I wave away their interest with exasperated hiss of my breath. I don't have to think about how I had gotten here."Will you pick up that chunk of meat you have behind you and get out of here," I try a different tack. "I really think the hounds will come back when they. The woman who ran the brothel interviewed for the job just because she'd liked the name -- then she'd taken it as her stage name. Jenna 'Woo', the woman who operated the place, was a smart businesswoman who ran a tight ship. Her girls were clean and good to the customers. They were well spoken and expected to treat the customers like they were royalty, and if they didn't, they found themselves out of a job. They were also well paid and protected from abuse by the customers.Alicia walked up the. “Oh, yeah. Anyhow, the old folks went out in style, wrecked a car and totaled them both, and then she got the bad news—there wasn’t any money! Her old man lost it, mostly in the stock market, and they’d reverse-mortgaged the house and put everything else into an annuity that finished when they died. All this time Barbara had been ragging Morris about what a shitty businessman he was, starting with these big plans for a condo and winding up running a motel in East Bumfuck—she thinks the Keys are.