....................8.57AM her I-phone red as she knocked on the door of the conference room,This was it, now or never Stacey,.... She opened the door...of what was a big meeting room, around the central table where about 15 men, 7 or 8 either side of the table.Her eyes squeaked and tried to adjust for the absence of light, the lights where turned of to let the projector do it's work.A man standing in front of a screen was looking straight at her, clearly not amused as he had just been. "And you guys are invited to join us," he said to Bryce and Harp.The guys did their best "I'm the man" handshakes with CJ and wished us a good evening. Tony tended the limo door for us, amiably protecting my long gown as I entered the back seat. I pulled CJ into a kiss as soon as the door closed."Where are we going?" I asked, after satisfying my lips."To a hotel," CJ answered, smiling."OK...I needed to wear a ball gown to go to a hotel?" I quizzed, completely ignoring CJ's presumption of me. "Yes, that would be wonderful"! The older woman said perkily. "You first, young lady"? The girl smiled and began. "Well, me name's Gemma and I'm 22...and as you know...I'm a bit of a slut...I love cock...it don't matter what hole neither...but I ain't never had one that big up me! Jesus, that's a real monster you've got there, Daddy"! The older woman laughed and then groaned as she began to finger herself, throwing her head back she began to moan as she frigged, "Mmm...do tell us more, Gemma. She stepped inside and listened intently. All she heard was her own stomach growling.Very quickly she looked around. There were only two rooms. One had three beds in it, and the other was a sort of combination living room and kitchen. There were three bowls on the table in the kitchen and that was where the smells were coming from.She investigated and found that the bowls were made of wood, hand carved, and each had a name on it. There was some kind of stew or something in them and it smelled.