" Don't ya' just love a mystery."When we arrive at the inn, there's already a room ready for us. The"Black Horse Inn" appears to be one of the better ...nes we saw as wedrove through town. It has a bar, of sorts and serves food. They havesome burly guys at the door and in the bar so security is tight, forthis world. I actually see one of the men with a single shot pistol inhis belt. Probably the head of security. I think we are a littleunderdressed for the crowd but I don't care. It is the best. Not only was I watching lesbian porn, but it was turning me on. I shut off the computer and went back to cleaning.I never mentioned the profile to Mark. I was too upset over what happened and I tried to push the events out of my mind. No matter how hard I tried though, I kept thinking of those two girls making love to each other, and every time I did, my vagina got wet. By the third day I was changing my panties 4 times a day because I was soaking them. About a week later I could not take. I wondered if I would be allowed to lick Tiffany’s pussy. I realized that, yes, I would, for their mother had a contract to have me ‘pay with my ass’ for the privilege. While I had trouble imagining how the whipping could hurt more when I attended to Tiffany, I knew that it would. I’d had it demonstrated with the second paddling. While I licked and rimmed Tammy.In spite of the certainty. This sure knowledge that I was to suffer horribly as the price of admission, so to speak, I looked forward. She was every bit as tall as me, and probably weighed at least two hundred and fifty solid pounds. She had breasts the size of beach balls and an ass to match. Pedro was maybe five foot two in his boots, and was lucky if he weighed one-twenty.When Pedro explained who I was, she practically tackled me in a bone-crushing bear hug. She was crying crocodile tears, and wailing for me to save her man as if he were on the way to the gallows. I finally extracted myself from her python like arms and.