“Ivona, what time do you have to work tonight,” I asked. “Ten till seven, Dean, why do you ask.”“No reason, I just thought you would like to...go pick-up some food while I unpack for a great dinner I was planning to cook for you and Sarah tonight”“Oh Dean, you are such a sweetheart. That would be fine. What are you thinking of cooking?”“I thought we would go all out and do lobster and steaks. Do you know where a great seafood monger is located”? “Oh yea,” she said excitingly. “My good friend has. I go in and pay a small fee. (maybe $12.00) Was told to upstairs and take off al my clothes and put them in a bag that was supplied. I do as I’m told, when I get upstairs I find about four naked men sitting on furniture watching gay porn on the TV. There was a shower, a bowl of condoms, and a small fridge with bottled water. I got naked and moved over to one end of a couch and just kind of took in the lay of the land. Shortly one of the men came over to me and started talking. While we were. .Me and my good friend William arrived at the Hotel bar and there she was, sitting at the bar drinking a cocktails with her low cut top revealing her enormous knockers which even the barman could not stop looking at! It was a casual and fun next hour or so as we chatted and I introduced her to my friend William and we got on great having afew drinks both of us sitting on either side of her, as the cocktails flowed me and William couldn’t help to start putting our hands on her legs as we chatted. She stared mutely at the floor, quivering and nausea warring with the lingering sexual stirring within her. She stood, gathered the useless little strip of a top in her hand, and walked uncertainly toward the door. Hold up there, pussycat. Greg pointed from in front of the bathroom sink toward the table by the door. Going to need our supplies. Just leave em there. With that, he turned again toward the mirror, dismissing Zoe from his focus. Steve shot her a perplexingly apologetic glance from.