Ann and Lana were looking pretty smug. I asked them what they had in mind and they said whatever happened, happened. Okay then. We got back to the hou...e and invited them all in. Tom introduced his friends as Dan and Dan…yup, two of them who shall heretofore be referred to as Dan 1 and Dan 2. I made drinks for everybody as the ladies and guys became acquainted. They were pretty cool and the conversation was going smoothly when Lana said that she really needed to rinse off and suggested we get in. ."Nice." Mrs. Anderson sat down beside Sara, her hand roaming over the young woman's naked flesh, exploring her hidden crevices, and then spanking her bare bottom. "What do you say when someone pays you a compliment, slut?"Sara's head hung down, her bangs fell into her eyes. She refused to answer."You say thank you, you little dimwit," Mrs. Anderson said. "Now say it!" Thank . . ." Sara supported her weight with her hands. She could barely stand. Could barely breathe. Her thought flowed like. Eventually Frank had to stop, because his fingers and tongue were aching. He needed a breather. He moved up so that he could kiss her mouth and she enjoyed tasting herself on his tongue and in his mouth.When she recovered, she sat up and decided to return the favour. He was so aroused from what he had been doing to her, that it didn't take her long to ensure that Frank was spurting his culmination deep into her throat making it his turn to cry out in pleasure.They rolled apart, exhausted, lying. The brothel lights glint in her glasses. Her choker is a black ribbon with a tiny jewelled ornament in the shape of a black flower.“Miss?”“This is tourist stuff. These are shoddy rip-off joints, no quality. Here’s a choice for you, Agunna – you can follow Preye and the boys and pay over the odds to watch a bored little Thai girl push bananas up her twat while a fake-titted Ibibio skims your credit card behind the bar. Or you can follow me.” There is no choice, of course. She begins to walk away.