" One hundred and fifty? I thought it was two hundred and twenty-five?" If you remember, clients were allowed to choose either financial or sexual pay...ack. Approximately one in three chose the sexual option. I spent an entire year meeting different people after work whom I had wronged in some way in the past. Thirty two men, fourteen women, three couples and a pre-op named Bernard all were granted one week each to have me as their personal obedient sex slave between the hours of 8pm and 3am. We were about 30 and My wife's younger brother was 18.He just broke up with his girlfriend and My wife invited him so he wouldn't go out and get in trouble while drinking and driving.Most of the guests had started leaving within an hour after midnight. We were down to about 3 couples, my wife and her brother and I. I was running around picking up bottles and cups and emptying ash trays. My wife's brother was trashed. The last of the couples was getting ready to leave. I walked them out after. What felt like slippery snakes or eels were making their way up her chest, sliding over her small tits and as they slithered upwards, brushing against her nipples, she could feel that they had little suckers of some sort. A strong smell of saltwater stung Amy's flaring nostrils as she wriggled in the creatures grasp, whining helplessly. She dared not cry out yet, not while she still had any chance of untangling herself from the situation on her own; the shame of having her daddy burst into her. Glen gently wound her down with kisses to her pussy, nipples and finally her lips. I knew that Jina must have been heard through the thin walls but this was a love motel anyway.Glen and I looked at each other as if deciding on who would cum next. Glen glanced at the king-size waterbed and somehow we knew the next step. Glen carried Jina to the bed and placed her on it with her legs high in the air. I watched several mirror angles as he stood and slid his cock over her pussy fold, sliding along.