I arranged far more trips to the west coast than were actually necessary for the conduct of business, something that I knew had come to the attention ...f and was an increasing matter of concern to my fellow partners. And when it was impossible for me to travel, Brad usually managed to spend at least one night in Boston. But now, Brad resurrected Winston. Brad taketh away, Brad givith. Glory be the name of Brad. And I feared why. Largely out of guilt–for I had long forgiven him for sending out. "Haven't you ever heard of a whorey hole?" She asked."I think they're called glory holes, not whorey holes," I corrected."Whatever. I still want you to do that. I think it would be fun, and even you might find it interesting, not knowing what it is I'm about to do to you." I think the whole point of a whorey hole," I paused, though continuing rather than correcting myself. "Is that you're not supposed to know the person on the other side of the wall. Obviously I would, as you would." Oh come. Friends of ours who live in Las Vegas, joined us at the mansion. 90% of the people at the convention, although in the porn business, were not real accustomed to seeing real live swingers in action. Being the very bad girl that I am, I joined my friend Vanessa in a quest to give these people something to see and remember. We started off with Vanessa sitting up on a counter while I went down on her and then we reversed and she went down on me. When I turned around there must have been 50 guys. If we leave tonight there is a nice resturanct about 1/2 way home and we can stop and have dinner there." Would you like that my sweet slut?" Yes MASTER." Good! So go out to the RV and put on that nice dress you started with. Comb your hair and put on some lipstick. I'll be right out."My MASTER was certainly being awful nice to me. And I wandered if she wasn't up to something. But when she came out to the RV she allowed me to take a nap, which I did. I was very tired from the weekend."Slut wake.