He added he needed a good siesta…Soon that old black man was sitting near to me.I smiled at him, but he said not a single word. I could see his wet ...athing suit up against his cock. It seemed to be very large and it was already hard.A while later I came back to our room. But Victor was not there…Then I heard some knock at the door. I opened and there was the same old black man from the pool.He came in and shut the door behind him.Then he looked at me into my eyes and I felt my hands starting to. Still; it was too late now and I needed the money really badly.I just about squeezed into my outfit, my boobs were hanging over the corset, and my pubic hair was on show for all to see. “You look great” my friend said with a smile, “No doubt you will be getting a lot of tips looking like that Kate.It turned out that it was a “Sex Party” The guests started to arrive. Luckily for me, most of the rooms were very dark, with only a small light in the corner of each of the rooms I would be delivering. McDonald, Lillian and of course Catherine, I had honed my social skills to an acceptable level. Now I was quite comfortable mixing with the best of company in public. My sexual skills I’d worked on so I could really please my partner, a man or a woman. Something I loved was the foreplay, to tease and titillate so they would derive the maximum pleasure. I could do a very good strip tease, something I learned from a lady from India. Also from Ms. McDonald I learned the skilful art of inflicting. She went into the house, slamming the door, and plopped down indignant on the living room sofa.She hated to be told what to do by anyone, including Walter, and the more she thought about it, the madder she got.How DARE he talk to her like that! He was the one who was chasing after her when they met, after all. It was she that agreed to start dating him, he should consider himself lucky to have her.And to talk to her now like she was some kind of errant child... well that was just.