Maybe later when we’re out of the tub so you can tell me without an audience, but you are going to tell me.”I hated how confident he sounded. I wa...n’t going to say a word. If I told him about what I did to Dad then Dan would hate me too and I couldn’t cope with that. A wave of sadness swept through me. I’d been carefully not thinking about Dad for all this time and had managed to get myself feeling okay. But I wasn’t okay. I’d hurt Dad and given him nightmares and now he couldn’t even let Mum. I settled in to a booth, slid my pants down to my ankles. With cock in hand I started clicking through the channels when I noticed the door to the next booth open and close. This is always thrilling, I could give a little show. My stroking became more slow and I took long strokes to tease. I noticed a face in the hole and knew I have their attention. MMMMMMMM ( I do love to tease)Now I heard the booth door on the other side open and close. I lost all interest in the movie and more on the show I. Sangeeta lay there, in a sixty nine on top of the woman, sucking her clit, while one of the men was fucking her pussy, watching Yvette with three cocks inside her at the same time, two in her pussy, one in her mouth.“If it’s good enough for me to do all these people, the least my sister can do is fuck someone as payback for the free accommodation.” She felt the guy cum inside her, and the woman orgasm too. “One way or another,” Sangeeta thought to herself “Jasima can fuck some people.” She. Responses began to trickle in. The trickle became a flood. Beth had a stack of over 200 letters in front of her. All were from men who claimed to be dying to meet her... or, more accurately, dying to meet the woman she had represented herself as.Prof encouraged her to write back to a few of them."But I'm nothing like what these men expect me to be. I'm fat. And ugly. And afraid." Precisely, Beth. You're terrified. That's what lies at the core of your being -- fear. And that's the challenge you.