“She has controlled the keys to the honey jar very tightly. If I had been the kind of man I should have been, I would have left her many years ago.�...�“Why didn’t you leave, Grandpa?”“It simply wasn’t done, my dear. Women of my generation were taught that it was wicked to enjoy sex and the men of my generation were taught to use prostitutes for sexual relief.”“Why didn’t you do that, Gramps?”“When it began to appear that there was no other choice for me, the AIDS disease cropped up and there were. The three of them were all taller than me, my small body looking tiny as I walked between them wiggling my arse down the hallway towards the lifts. "Mm! This will be fun," I heard myself say in a dream like state looking at the huge bed in our room, the mirror in the corner wall and our fav porn dvd playing on the dvd/tv film playing in the corner. I shut and locked the door; the boys looked and Conrad and said..your sluts in 4 a good fucking tonight! Tony stood behind me, his hands running up. Both Skye and I flaunted our naked bodies to all the passers-by. There was a constant stream of them and neither Skye nor I wanted to go and shower of have breakfast.Having at least 50 people look over to us, Harlee, who was wearing her micro skirt, came and told us to hurry-up and get showered. She told us that we had a busy day ahead of us.After a quick shower and breakfast, the busy day got started with Skye and I being told to walk down to the big car that had pulled-up next to the. She'd already eaten, she'd say. Then she would bow her head and reach for Pam's feet, licking between her toes, sucking on them like baby-cocks.A test? Pam had searched the house for camera's and microphones. Of course she'd found nothing.She threw back the sheet and slid off the bed, wriggling her toes into her slippers. The morning air was chilly, so she donned her cotton robe before opening the louver doors that gave out on the terrace. The opening was just a slit; she tried to be as quiet.