The first client had arrived and Bridget's mind began to buzz. Was it a fat, sweaty man? Would he be rough with her? Would he want her to perform some...strange contortionist act? She knew they were high-end clients but even the worst sadistic men could be described as the quiet boy next-door type.The door opened and there stood her first client. Standing no more than five foot four tall, wearing a grey three-piece suit, two sizes too big that hung shapeless, he looked like a lost schoolboy. His. You move your face down to mine and gently kiss me. As we kiss, you move your hips until your cock rests at the entrance of my pussy. Looking into my eyes, you smile and start to push in. My eyes widen as I feel your cock enter me. You begin to rock back in forth into me. Our kisses become more passionate as you move faster and faster inside me. ‘Oh Mike, This is the most wonderful moment of my life. I love you. I love you so much.’ ‘Our life together, now and forever,’ you softly reply. You. I heard someone say, "Get a room!" before we came up for air. We had a few drinks and he told me that after our last meeting in the woods, he just couldn't get his mind off me and how I made him feel. I smiled and said, "Well Mister, if you need a little lovin', I'm your girl. But it will cost you." He smiled and said, "I got us a room." He smiled and said, "I got us a room." It was my turn to smile because when we got a room for our fun and games, the experience was usually wet and wild.. Two of the ladies were almost, but not quite, as impressive as Jeanie herself. The others were okay and all were friendly so I settled in. It was not long before all if not most were 3-sheets-to-the-wind and plenty tipsy and becoming louder and bolder as they partied. I noticed no food except for chips and nuts which struck me as too weird as I was supposed to serve food. After another hour or so I could’nt help but notice the group being secretive in whispering chat and silly giggling turning.