. the heels go on , instantly giving me a deep craving to be a slag , the lube and poppers are put on the shelf behind the toilet cistern and on that...shelf i pour out a good helping of the drone and chop about 8 fat lines .. i hoover up the first 2 with a rolled up tenner which i then slide into the top of my stocking.. within seconds it hits me and i know immediately that somehow or other i will be getting fucked in the ass sooner or later , that gear is such a bad influence .. by. So we kissed and made out. My hair and makeup wa a mess. But I had a great time and was excited to be his wife. But it was time to go, I stopped off and told his mom that I was leaving. She stopped me and had me come in for a minute. She asked if I had fun in the clubhouse, I said yes I did and that she will be seeing me there a lot. She said good and asked If I wanted to look in a mirror? I asked why? I went with her to the bath room. Wow My hair and makeup was a mess. She said I could tell. He had spent the day at the beach, weather had been great. It wasn't until I came out of the bathroom, after a nice shower, that things started to move in unexpected directions. Steve was just coming back into our room and said “That pretty young girl on reception just told me about a bar in town. She said they have live music most nights, but it is really cool because they have these chill out areas were the volume is turned down letting you chat. And they are really atmospheric with dim. Still, I made many friends there. I knew that these boys were forced to be street prostitutes. It was because we all needed money for food. One man stopped in a grey car. He put his window down and told me to come over to him. I was then given some money, while he told me to stand sideways. This was a strange request. I just wanted to hop in the car and let him fuck me. That’s right; a part of me wanted a cock in me. I just stood there as I felt his hand go down my shorts and started massaging.