They might ruin the hotel.Jean lay docile in the center of the mattress. Her thoughts were a jumbled mass of humiliation and helplessness. Monique had...promised she would keep the Arab away from her but she had not. He was now going to turn her body into a receptacle for any man that was willing to pay for it. How could she live through this? How could she ever face Kevin or anyone again after she had been used as a common whore with the dregs of the earth using her young almost untouched body. ..."My hands grip the sheets tight, my whole body bouncing with each thrust. Sweet juices pour from my hot cunt as his cock drives into me. His large hand comes down hard across my little ass, turning it bright red."Mmmmm oh fuck Daddy....spank me..." I moan into the bed."That's it, baby girl, take that cock," he growls. "Yesssss....such a good little slut!"Again, his hand slaps against my ass, somehow falling in the exact same spot as before. My body thrusts back against him, meeting him. “But she knew?” Beatrice asked.“Yes, I tried to help her, I tried to keep her from them but there was too many and it happened too fast and…..” Mandy said and trailed off into a sob.Beatrice stood and hugged her cousin, absorbing the pain and hurt. She felt the power enter her, Mister J had taught her how to feed off deep emotion, especially the negative. She leaned back a little to look at her sweet cousin.“There is more.” Mandy whispered.Tony was now hammering my ass harder than I had ever. Linda moves her chair next to mine and continues, four men asked me to go with them just up the road from the shop, remember the ones who were just up from the bank who whitled at her earlier when she was in her jeans. I did remember them, they had remembered her as well Linda continued. They told her she had looked hot in her jeans, but she looked too good in that dress. They had put on a little act for her, each walking past her and looking her up and down, directly at her breasts, into her.