" What did you tell her?" I told her the truth. That I was a slave, and that my Mistress had ordered me to offer sex as a tip. I explained to her that...she could use me as a slave. If that made her uncomfortable, then I would be happy to give her money as a tip instead. We had only been in there for a half hour - Jennet was fast, if nothing else - so we had a half hour left. It took me a few minutes, but I convinced her that I was serious. She warned me that she was on the rag and asked if I. “I read a Louis L’Amour book once called Lonesome Gods,” I said, in a quiet tone as we continued walking, “He wrote that people believed that in the desert, there are gods that are no longer worshiped. They are lonesome now. The only reminders of them are small stone piles at the base of hills or mountains that men that walked before us put there as an homage to the god. But, as time passed, they were forgotten and they wait. They wait until that time that someone will worship them again. . He was such an amazing man, she had loved him deeply, and even though it had been more than five years since his passing, she still wore her wedding band, unable to break that last connection to him. She wept quietly, for the life that should have gone on for many years to come, for what they had lost, and what they had never had. Suddenly she felt the presence of another with her, and she turned to see a handsome man, a few years older than herself, handing her his handkerchief. She hadn't. She has eight to choose from.”Shelly looked at the form again. “According to the information I have, she’ll be sharing a room with Mark Sanderson. Is that anyone you know?”“No, never heard of him,” David responded. “But you can bet if Zoe is shagging him, he’s either successful in business are independently wealthy. She wouldn’t take just any cock. It has to be a rich cock.”“Oh, I’m dying to meet her,” Shelly laughed. “Maybe she likes big-titted blondes and I can get a sample of what caught.