What is this about?”Ms LaBonté looked at the 18th century-style building with disdain. “In that ... hotel? I’ve heard all sorts of stories abou... what goes on in there. What sort of person is she?” In her mind, she was already composing the report that would remove the child from that woman’s care.It was almost as if Sarah could read her mind. “You are totally wrong, you know, from beginning to end. Have you been there, Ma’am... ? No, of course not ... Come in and I’ll talk to you about Mélanie. Twice now, I'd ignored the notes I'd left for myself.I burst into tears. Vanessa took me in her arms, held me against her, myhead pressed up against her breasts. "Darling, darling,..." she repeated."It's okay; it's okay, darling. You're at Bikini Beach now, andeverything will turn out fine."I finished crying at some point and pulled away."Let's go find the other girls," Vanessa said as we returned to ourlockers. "I'm concerned about Jen," she continued, hooking her white topon. "I hope she. Upset with myself for being manipulated so easily. Upset with my husband for actually following through and finally hate, real hate that I had no intention of quitting because I was addicted to the feelings that were evoked in me during these hot nights.Acceptance was found one night when I made a very important and exciting discovery. I was sitting in the living room, reading, while my husband was busy doing whatever. I had zoned into my book and was enjoying it very much when suddenly I heard. Hmmmm… That’s sooo good!”I pulled off for a moment to enjoy the sight of his monster cock, bobbing just inches from my face, glistening with a mix of my saliva and his pre-cum. Fuck he was hot and I was loving having that thick meat to play with and suck. I reached for the poppers and took a couple of deep hits. John took the bottle and helped himself to two lengthy snorts of the lusty jet fuel. Now it was time to get serious.John grabbed my head and began fucking my face. Pre-cum was leaking.