A hotel extravaganza is the only way I could describe it. There was a humongous crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It was beautiful, classy ...nd elegant. Instead of room numbers I could see that there were signs above the door. The signs were labeled something like Smooth n Creamy, Fire n Ice, Molten Lava, Big Daddy, any erotic name you can possibly come up with I think it was there. Now I really knew what was going on. I could hear moans and grunts. I could hear furniture moving. You. He led me at arms length across the floor back to the table, I had a joyful smile on my face at all the attention I was attracting and at the person who was sat at the table with Peter. “This the slut you’re looking for, mate?” David said to the new guy. “Yep, that’s her. Fucking Hell, what have you been doing to her?” K9 my policeman whore fantasist had arrived. “Thirty quid to bang her over the table, ass to mouth, shoot where you like mate,” David said to K9.“Done,” he replied.“But, first,. She started flipping through the channels, looking for something decent to watch.Suddenly, a bright light shone in through her window. She put up her arm to shield her eyes and said, "What the fuck?" The light coalesced in to a yellow glowing ball that flew erratically around the room. "Ah! Shit!" she exclaimed while dodging it as it zipped past her. Finally it streaked towards her bookshelf and entered her old Princess Sugarshine plushie. The stuffed toy glowed, then started to move on its. Aaron watched with a big grin on his face.“That's fucking sexy, watching you pee. I hope you need my help every time?”I said nothing, but thought to myself, that I wouldn’t be asking for any more help. I’d actually peed on my feet, but with every roll of the yacht, they were washed with a great surge of seawater, so it didn’t matter at all. On one big roll of the yacht, my whole bottom got soaked. Apart from the cold shock, it felt great, getting my fanny washed out with salty water. But I.