"That doesn't change at any age."I could see the burning question churning around inside her blonde head and I waited for it to come out. But it didn'... so I pushed the question."Does that surprise you?" I asked her. I wasn't trying to raise the matter of sex but just attempting to get her to speak her mind.She shrugged, looking away. "I guess so." Well," I said casually as I could, "I think anyone has the right to live their own life too, more or less."She kept looking away and I was afraid. When i was walking towards lobby i heard some girl calling me by my name i turned back it was usha.I stopped there she came with near me and started crying even her BF followed her.She told me she wants to talk to me.I told lets go to the room then we all came to my hotel room my friends were still at beach.when we entered the room she hugged me and started crying i dint understand what to say, she hugged me tightly and pleaded not to tell anyone about whatever happened.I was feeling her boobs. ”“And why is that?”“Because I’m a dirty whore, Mr. Shaver. And Dirty Whores don’t get a say.” I’d had to repeat that phrase and variations thereof fairly often in the last six weeks. Once he even made me hand write it twenty-five times while he fucked me slowly with the thick mahogany nameplate that’s probably still on his desk today. It took me three tries until the legibility met his requirements.The truth at that time was that I didn’t like a lot of pain, right at the beginning or at. .?" We own that one too, come in, make yourselves at home."Laura swamped me with names; I said hello to them all, then made myself useful by pouring wine for them all and handing around nibbles. They found my ?Wall of Fame' and were looking at each photo and calling out the name. They were doing pretty well till they came to Danielle. I should have removed it. A few names were thrown around. They looked at me for a clue."She's new." I answered, "Some of the photos were taken before they were.