************************* The minute I walked in I could feel eyes roaming all over my body. The house was quite crowded and I had not felt this sexy...in a long time. I was relishing the quiet attention when I literally bumped into a guy. We started talking and I learned his name was Steve. He was a charmer, and quite attractive. As we began to talk I found we had several things in common and in no time we were talking and laughing and having a great time. Out of the corner of my eye I saw this. ? My mouth suckled and licked myjuices from him, the tang of my slutty juices filling my mouth, the taste ofsemen too.? I wanted to cry I was sohorny.? Instead I had to stand and accept.? My emotions were rising and falling, pulledlike a puppet.? What was happening tome?? Michael had brought something outfrom the hidden depths of me.? I was frightenedby it but was also aware that he was controlling it.? He wasn?t letting it get out of hand eventhough it consumed my thoughts as I strove to hold. The nastiest girl made up a sign that said any of the guys there could fuck Sierra for $100 a pop. They were allowed to do anything to her.Sierra was grabbed by six angry and jelous girls and carried kicking and screaming over to a pool table. She was thrown down on it and had the wind knocked out of her.A line up of horny drunk men formed immediately. They paid the nasty bitch $100 each to have their way with Sierra.Sierra was pinned down by men on the pool table. A crowd gathered to watch. ” “Of course you’re not. You are my mascot and you earned it. Don’t get all self-righteous.” She shifted position and kissed me, her hand sliding up under my skirt. The channel crossing takes about half an hour and for that time she kissed me, fingered me but told me if I came, she wouldn’t touch me again until we got back to England. I managed not to but, fuck, I was close. Why did she have this effect on me? From the train, we drove to a fabulous hotel with a curved driveway and flunkies at.