She danced with every one that asked her and each one had a hard dick when he brought her back.She was an expert in how to "dirty dance".Kay said that...nearly all her dance partners had tried to get her to leave with them. Two men had offered money for her to have sex with them.I laughed and asked how much and she said $200 from one and the other had said as much as she wanted.I told her that she was worth a hell of a lot more than $200. She asked me how much more and Itold her at least two. At her direction I went in the bath and did the rest, waited for a time and stepped into the shower. I didn't have a lot of hair anyway, but what I did have washed down the drain in a swirl leaving my skin smooth and hairless. I washed my hair and shaved before I put on a robe and went back into my bedroom. With no preamble at all, mom gave me a pair of panties to put on. Once I was covered she used a measuring tape on me, just noting it on a pad before she gave me a bra to wear. I slipped it. She’d started to shiver so she sat up with a small groan. Her body was tired from the long, stressful night She fixed her hat, took a breath, and forced herself to walk tall and proud before she came into the view of any of her crew. Sometimes the show was all she had left.The moment she was through the door of her cabin, the performance dropped. Her shoulders sagged and her mouth opened. Her room was a wreck. The floor was wet. Her rug was sopping and bloodstained. Smears of red arced across. I hooked her knees in my elbows and guided her pussy towards my rock hard cock. When it’s head parted her puffy lips I thrust it forward hard. As Trista bounced forward I remembered a game we had played in college. It was the semester that covered Newton’s laws of motion in physics class. I had Trista in a similar position on the bed and was demonstrating how a pendulum would seek equilibrium with a driving force. She was the pendulum, I was the driving force. There had been a similar reaction.