Everyone was either having a good time or being made to give a good time. Her dears were in the cum pit, except Yolanda who was doing a reasonable job...of licking her pussy. Money was changing hands, and portions of that, large portions of that, were dripping into her bank accounts. But something was wrong.Maybe I have been doing this too long, she thought. She sipped her wine, absently. This all tastes stale, like old beer or wine that has been left in sunshine and was ripening to vinegar.. Her whole teenage body exuded sexuality every time I looked at her. I noticed her breasts growing, filling in her tight t-shirts, and her hips gain a shapely curve to compliment her slender form. In short, I didn’t see our daughter any more, I saw an object of sexual desire, and I knew I was going to have her. Every chance I got, I ran to her room to read more and more of the deviant things she would write about. I spent nearly a month reading through the pages of the journal, each time. I don't know if those places still exist, but they were very common at one time.'We were to pair up to share rooms, so it could have been a lot worse, and there was a kind of large lounge area where we could all meet up. It wasn't exclusively for our use, but it might as well have been as we only saw one guest the whole week we were there. A very special guest, as it happens, but I'll come to that later.“I shared my room with my best friend Carol; we'd always been close, in a best-friend kind. Now, there’s no going back. She felt hot with excitement.“Follow me.” Madame walked out.Shalini looked around the room. There was a door and a window but both were closed. The room was barely furnished with a double-bed pushed up against the wall and a dressing table. Products of crude workmanship, they looked cheap. “This will be you room. I will send your customers up here. Over there you have a bathroom.” Madame was pointing at the closed door. Not knowing what to expect, Shalini went in.