Except for a few minor differences, they sounded like their Thai names. Misti had confessed to her Thai name, and it had been just as much of a tongue...twister as her parents names. They would have to find out if they could change their last (family) names. If they could, they would adopt Mike's and Misti's last name, and become Tinsleys. Mike was so touched he had to turn away to hide the tears running down his face. He, finally, had parents that loved him, even though he had had to go half-way. "This is gonna be fun."Under the moonlight, our walk from the villa to the restaurant followed a small trail through the dark-green forest, passing a little silvery waterfall. Inside the place, the girls chose a rear booth. The mood was warm and romantic, with the orange-red glow of an open-hearthed fireplace, reflected off yellow pine beams and mahogany antiques. Our daughters sat in the middle of our booth, with the guys at the ends. Melissa slid up next to me while Andrea did the same with. “And what’s a glory hole?” “You, you mean you really don’t know what a glory hole is?” she laughed.“No, I’ve heard the name, but I’ve never inquired as to what they actually are.”“Well, it’s a small room or cubicle with one or more holes in the wall. A bloke sticks his cock through the hole, and you suck him off.”“Yuk, that sounds totally gross,” I said, in a state of shock and distaste.“What, sucking a cock?” she said, frowning.“No, the idea of sucking off someone I don’t know through a hole. In fact, it seemed that every little detail had been carefully crafted to seduce the senses and encourage the loosening of inhibitions.Women continued to arrive and around 9:30, a woman dressed in nothing but a pony's tail jutting from her ass and red high heels came to the center of the room and announced that party games were about the begin. At that point, I would estimate that about forty to fifty women were in the apartment. When the game started, it became clearly obvious that this was no.