"But that's not why I'm here," he added hurriedly. "It's for my claustrophobia, not my love life ... at least I think so. I don't sound very convincin..., do I?"The receptionist pulled a face."I don't know why I'm here either," Ken admitted. "My doctor, sort of, told me I should come." Ah, her," the receptionist said, smiling at a secret only she knew. "She's a canny one that one. She really understands what makes people tick."She had an unconventional approach to therapy, to say the least. Ken. We entered a long hut. It was quite dark inside andI could barely see. There was a slightly raisedplatform in the centre of the hut and I could see acouple more tribesmen in the shadows. George walked me to raised platform. I looked backtowards the entrance of the long hut and I saw the menthere. I guessed that there must have been at least 10or maybe even more. I felt George kiss me and reachdown and squeeze my cum smeared arse cheeks. I felt hands from behind and mouths kissing my neck,hands. I opened my legs further, wrapping my thighs around Tony's neck as I watched him slide two fingers deep inside me and began working them in and out. The bed creaked as conrad climbed beside me, "Open your mouth slut!"Being the obedient horny slut I am, I propped herself on one elbow and opened my mouth letting conrad slide my cock between my lips. "Do you like that Caroline?" David said to her as he began to squirm under me. Conrad's cock slipped from my mouth as I fell back on the bed panting.. He didn't want Annie to dwell on a possibility that he himself discounted completely.Annie was satisfied with his explanation, and they didn't discuss it again. Instead, they began making plans for their next trip to the casino. Robert wanted to get in more practice with live people, because he was afraid that too much Internet poker would give him the wrong kind of preparation for the big tournament he was facing.Several weeks passed, and just a couple of hours before Robert was to leave for.