The book had all the work and photos I'd seen before, with more descriptions of her prostitution to Hassan. However, there was more.She'd written that...after the frantic kinky sex with him in her hotel room, he had told her to put on her burlesque gear and sexy lingerie, and go with him into the hotel lounge. All his friends were there waiting, plus two of the barmen. She was made to do her strip routine for them, dancing around and stripping as they sat around watching. She did lapdances for. "Betty said nothing, merely smiled kindly.No more was said but it got Wendy thinking. She hoped Betty accepted her explanation but she appreciated that Betty did not miss much."I do hope that Tim doesn't suspect anything," she thought to herself. "I couldn't bear the thought of him sacking me. Where would I live now that I've given up the flat? I do go for him though. I really, really do. He's the only man after me getting pregnant as has ever shown me gentleness and kindness, affection too. He. Let's go inside"."Sit down on the chair and I'll talk you through this"There is a chair at the side of the building. Beside the chair is a table with enema equipment and pliers. There is a bathroom. There is also a full size double bed, and an enormous table with restraints and jump leads attached. I sit down next to Cassie"First, I need you to use the enema and take a shower, then I shall take you to the bed and fill your every hole and cover you from head to toe in marinade, then I need to. .. p-aa-y ...." Her hands flopped loosely at the end of her arms, but her fingers grasped at the air. "Wha-?" stammered Wendell, barely able to understand her. "Pay up ... boy!" shouted the black man between the wet whaps of his thighs against the girl's asscheeks. "Pay ... the bitch ... for my cumload!" Wendell quickly did the math for an 'extra fresh' #2, fumbled with his wallet, and yanked out two bills -- a hundred and a fifty. He reached up and slapped them into the girl's hand just as her.