He bowed ironically before Burt."The Great Pasha be praised! This is the last wish on the ring, and Iwill never have to return to this cruel word full...of human folly andignorance ever again!" Hey!" shouted Burt belligerently. He took a swing at the Djinn, but hisbeer induced anger was frustrated as his fist bounced back.The Djinn ignored him, and turned to the woman. "What is your wish,Mistress Jane?"Jane was more level headed than Burt, and was thinking. She had caughtthe remark by the Djinn. Gwyneth was puzzled. "Why do you keep your clothes in a different room?"Aidan grimaced ever so slightly, an almost imperceptible movement of the face."This isn't my room, love," he said gently, not wanting to offend her."Oh, okay." Gwyneth felt put out. Of course this wasn't his room, she reminded herself. She wasn't the girlfriend, didn't belong here, and this wasn't a relationship. Truth be told, she felt slightly hurt, but choosing to gloss over the subject, she shrugged into his clothes and. She watched fascinated and neither of us could tear ourselves away from the scene. We watched like that for a while before we slipped away for a cold drink giving us some time so that we wouldn’t cause Heather any embarrassment. When we returned we acted like we just got there and even made up a story about getting lost. Her sister greeted us warmly as we carried our luggage in and unpacked. Jeannie and Heather talked for a while and caught up on things with each other. The young black guy. I didn't want any on my headdress, I wanted to wear this all evening. So I did what any good whore would do, I sucked, and swallowed. They were happy, happy but somewhat poorer. “Wow, that was fucking great, we’ll have you again love,” one of them gushed. I was changing back into the clothes I brought earlier. Earlier! I looked at my watch. That was yesterday, the day I’d become a stripper and a whore. I’d stripped, then been fucked by three young guys, followed by two more, even younger, both.