My imagination ran wild with thoughts of him. He seemed to be much taller than me, dark hair, and an amazing body. He eventually convinced me to send...him a picture of me topless. After about ten pictures, I finally found one that I thought was sexy enough. I sent it. Waiting with anticipation for his response I found myself extremely turned on, and I wanted more. He messaged me and told me that I had the most beautiful tits he had ever seen and he wanted to see more. I sent him pictures of me. Ian led the way to our room as Russ, Rachel and I followed. He opened the door and we followed him inside. Ian laid the bag on one off the beds, and walked over to me. He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and kissed me. “Here baby.” He said handing me the envelope. “Russ and I will be down stairs in the bar, let me know what you decide.”He gestured to Russ to follow him and they both left the room. Rachel walked past me and sat on the bed next to the rucksack.“Open it then.” She said,. So I pranced around on the stage behind the bar, trying to keep timewith the music. The smallest gesture, the tiniest wiggle, set everyonehooting, and the guys in front of the bar strained to look up mynightie. They didn't realize that the reason for my sexy shaking wasmostly nervous embarrassment! After about a minute, they startedpounding on the Bar. Okay, I thought, Better let 'em have a look. Ipulled the hem of my nightie up further to show off my G-string andtwirled around to flash my. "Hold her legs, bitch," a male voice orders.I believe that he's telling Amy Sue to hold my legs up and out of the way so that he can get at one of my bottom holes."OK, bitch," the mystery man orders. "Wait until I'm in her good, then start licking my ass. I want to feel your tongue in my ass while I am feeding her my cock."Suddenly I feel movement over my body. Next, I feel a dick probing at the entrance of my twat. Only, this time it's not a fake one. It's the real thing. I don't know who owns.