She kicked off her sandals, one falling on the soft throw-rug at the foot of her bed and the other clattering on the hard-wood floor. She pulled off t...e jeans and the panties. The panties she tossed at the closet and they fell just inches from the crack between the doors. I wanted to grab them up. The smell of Tracy’s sex juice was now starting to overpower the perfume. I wanted to grab the panties up and shove them into my mouth. Now that they were drenched with her cum. But I didn’t dare open. They were right. We did the same thing time and again. If we didn’t shake things up, how would we keep the audience interested? And keep the money rolling in?I supposed there were ways around this. Pigs and horses, maybe. I’d need to make an arrangement with some rancher. . . . there was always a way, especially where we lived. Or bring in another girl. My wife had a good friend who was pretty hot. Single, half-black and therefore exotic looking. (Was that racist? I hoped it wasn’t racist. It. He wasn’t an animal. Even as he did what she asked in an attempt to find something, anything that seemed familiar, he made it clear that her feelings were important. He did not, for example, just thrust it into her. Instead, he teased her with the tip, pressing it between her swollen lips, and rubbing her clit with it. He sucked at her nipples again, like a starving baby.And when he did finally penetrate her, he went so slowly that, when his pubic bone finally tapped against hers, and then. In both cases several in each group won a prize, which covers all expenses for an extended weekend at a secluded lodge. This is the result of filling out a survey and getting their group to participate. Both groups plan to leave for the lodge tomorrow morning. The trip will take several hours. We think they are going to the same location but aren't able to verify it. We expect to know the location in the next few hours. Once we do we plan to check it out."The collectors targeting Gillian's.