She need not have worried about not answering because Brad answered for her.“You came because you love to be treated like the slut that you are. You...need to be used and abused by men – by strangers. Isn’t that right?”Marie could only nod in agreement. “Yes” she whispered.“Then today I’m going to show you what it means to be a worthless whore who only exists for the pleasure of men. You will be used like never before and like you could not imagine.”Marie’s heart leaped as she heard Brad speak.. It was either that or I couldn’t help you. I’m on your side, Mikey,” I told him.“So, they’re listening?” I shrugged and nodded. “So, if I tell them they have to do something, they have to do it?”I rolled my eyes. I raised my voice and said, “I know this sounds crazy, but if you can hear me, raise your right hand.” I wasn’t sure this would work, but I had to calm him down.Gorsky was looking down and suddenly his face lit up. “Hey, look at that!” I looked over the edge down to the street. It was. I do my best to give him good head as it's obvious how horny he is. Besides, I love sucking his cock. I could tell he was about ready to cum. Seemed rather quick but I take it as a compliment. I must be doing him right. He pulls out of my mouth and more aggressively then usual, pushes me back on the bed, spreads my legs apart, lifts my skirt and slides his dick inside me. This all seemed a little out of the ordinary. Typically when he and I have sex things progress slower. More flirting. More. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Double check the suitbag. Double check the case. I ran out to the car. No trousers. I looked at my watch. 10:45. I only have to get to a shop. Ideally just trousers. I didn't particularly need a whole new suit. Dammit. I ran back to reception. Night clerk was nowhere to be seen (rather obviously). Instead a wide-eyed girl was behind the desk. “Hi. I'm in a bit of an emergency. Where's the nearest clothes shop?” “Sorry?” Her voice was milk-maid cute. “I need to buy a pair of.