Like I said, during our trip I spent a lot of time working. Carol seemed to be enjoying herself (little did I know!). It wasn't until we got back from...our trip that she told me about her sexual exploits. Our first day back I spotted a huge hickey on her neck at that point she told me the whole story.We arrived on a Monday afternoon. I had a late dinner scheduled with a client. I was gone from 6pm until 1am. Carol decided to go down to the hotel bar. She was horny and thought this trip might be. I had given a few more blow jobs, but only a few. Now, I’ve had at least thirty dicks in my mouth and I just love it. I love the way they feel and I love the taste of their cum.” I asked her is the other girls usually gave the guys blow jobs. She said, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” So, I arranged to have the afternoon off on the day of the event. When my daughter and I arrived there were four men and five ladies. One of the new ladies had volunteered, just as my daughter had. "Wow, I've never seen underwear like that." Paul said pointing to her thong. "My mom sure doesn't wear anything like that."She twirled around in a circle so he could see all of her. "Well Paul, they're called thongs and they're not underwear they're panties. Women wear panties." She hooked her fingers into either side of her thong and pulled them over her hips and down her legs until they lay with her shorts, then she stepped out of both of them. She was facing the boy; her cleanly shaven pussy. I fisted my knife instead of opening it, swinging wildly.I felt my hand connect with something and winced at the pain. Too late, I realized I lost contact with the wall and felt a hand in my hair. I dropped to my knees as one of them yanked hard on my hair, my eyes tearing with the pain and fear."Stupid bitch!," the one I'd tagged with my keys said as he circled around in front of me. He held a hand to his cheek and I could see blood. "We'll teach you some manners."All heads whipped around as a.