As the party started rolling in, Kait and I made our rounds, enjoying a couple drinks and getting to meet our “suitors” for the evening. About an ...our into the evening, we made our way to the center of the main room. The crowd wasn’t terribly raucous just yet, and the music was more ambient background noise than anything, so, with a little effort, I could be heard above the din.“IF YOU’RE LOOKING TO GET IN ON THIS TRAIN, WE ARE PREPARING TO LEAVE THE STATION!” I shouted.A s**ttered cheer went. It was, however, a disturbed night as, on more than one occasion, the needs of one of the women had to be satisfied by someone – not always me – the noises and movements this caused were usually enough to wake the rest of us so that the frenzy could start once more.It was midday on the Sunday before a very dishevelled Joanne and Fiona left wearing the clothes they had arrived in – Joanne in her fishnet lycra dress but now without her thong and Fiona in her see through blouse and short skirt.. She was a winemaker, and that's where she wanted to center her attention. It was when Bob mentioned camps for the handicapped that she perked up."I have a nephew with Cerebral Palsy" she said. "He's in a wheel chair. His brother and sister get to go to camp every year, but he's never been able to go because the place they go can't handle wheel chairs." Her eyes went unfocused for a few seconds. "I couldn't take care of that though. I have my hands full with the winery." I wouldn't ask you to do. A few minutes in, I saw how much guys would donate to these girls just for playing with themselves. I wanted that kind of money but I wasn't a woman so it would be kind of hard to do so.That is when a thought crossed my mind. One I would never have thought of before this day. "Why don't you do gay cams, if guys pay this much for girls, imagine how much an old man would pay to watch two dudes go at it."Part of me wished my mind would shut up, but unfortunately, it was right. I heard many stories.