Nothin' was decided, so it was left hangin' 'til the next meetin'. I had a feelin' that they never would decide—they just liked to talk.We sat aroun... smokin', drinkin', and talkin' fer about an hour, then we adjourned the meetin' to get down to the real business of the evenin'—fuckin' them high class whores. I think I surprised a lot of the men by selectin' one of the older whores, she must of been 30 years old. She led me to my room on the second floor; Kilgore was the only one who had a room. That means long heavy skirts and loose, full blouses. She stands 5'3" tall and has a fantastic body.This Friday night will be different. She promised to wear a shear pink silk blouse with matching teddy and a short country style dancing skirt. Christine has beautiful long legs and this outfit would really show them off. On Friday night I wasn't disappointed. Christine looked super from her cowgirl boots to her long auburn hair. She was all legs. When she twirled around the skirt sailed up and I. This "training" was sounding a lot like brainwashing. These girls have never been out in the real world. "All I'm saying is, you don't have to have sex with me, unless you really want to."Ursula crawled forward between my legs. "But we like having sex with you." She popped my limp cock into her mouth.Uma, climbing on the bed, finished her partners thought. "It's fun. And we challenge ourselves each time. We see how many times we can you hard, how quickly we can make you come, or how long we can. Lips parted and she pushed her tongue into the depths of my mouth. The tips of our tongues discovered each other, that first touch sent influxes of energy through our bodies as the kiss turned out to be more passionate. She put a hand on my chest, driving me back until I was lying down with her on top.Breaking the kiss, she sat up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts. Raising my hips, she pulled the shorts down and when the one-eyed monster popped into view, she cried out, “Oh.