He'd gone straight to their cabin and spent what seemed like hours in the shower, futilely trying to cleanse himself of what he had done to his own mo...her. It felt as though her scent had been burned into him. No amount of washing had gotten rid of it, and he could still smell it, sitting there at the table. His mind had almost succeeded in blocking out the shame he felt... but that scent lingered! It was that mixture of her musky perfume and her sensual sexual odors that kept coming back to. “Hi Lara. This is Uncle Danny. I was just calling to check in, I’m on my way out of town and wanted to make sure you didn’t need anything before I go.” Danny thought this sounded plausible, she was after all a long way from home. He watched her window closely hoping to catch a glimpse of her; she had disappeared all together.“Uncle Danny!” Lara’s voice was full of excitement “I just fine but I’m glad you called I was feeling a bit lonely, you want to talk?”Danny couldn’t believe his good luck,. As turned on as she was, she didn't know if she could willingly allow just anyone to penetrate her.When Mr. Wolfe stopped to talk to another gentleman, it was near another display of sex. Two women were on a stage, locked in a 69. One of the women was a busty black woman. On top of her was a younger, thinner white girl. The white girl was blonde and her skin was as pale as Lita’s. The contrast of the dark and light skin together was an erotic sight.Lita’s knees grew weak as she watched. The. I didn't even charge him for the massage. What was happening to me? Was the stereotype coming true? Was I no more than a glorified sex worker? The other was a man I had not intended to fuck. He came in, stressed and depressed, blond and blue eyed. His features were beaten down, his brow a constant frown, his nose a chiseled regal rock, but his chin was weak and speckled with unkempt blond facial hair. I was thankful to see that his chest was not bulging with muscles--my only weakness. His name.