Chapter 4: The Thai Jewel

The following day, when Michael was finally alone, his mind raced back to the previous evening. It had been beyond his expectations—wild and unforgettable. The memory of laughter and vibrant conversations still lingered, making the quiet of the present moment feel even more stark. He hated being alone and felt restless without his other passion: design. As he toyed with the idea of starting an architectural and interior design company, he reminded himself that this lifestyle was temporary. His heart ached for a deeper connection, a soulmate to share his dreams and passions with. The love of his life was out there, somewhere, waiting to make him feel truly complete. The rest was all in place: money, ideas, drive, and connections.

His thoughts drifted back to the previous evening, stirring a familiar warmth within him. Tammy was constantly on his mind. He liked Susan a lot, but she belonged to Tim, and she was in her forties or fifties. Age wasn't an issue for him, but he longed for a life partner closer to his own age. Someone with whom he could share the spontaneous joys of youth and the deep connection that grows with time. He envisioned a soulmate to grow old with, to share dreams and adventures, and to build a future filled with love and laughter. However, if that wasn't possible, he would embrace whatever love fate had in store for him, knowing that true connection transcends age.

He picked up the phone and dialed her number. She answered immediately, which he took as a good sign.

"Hi Tammy, it's Michael. How are you?"

"I'm fine, Michael. Just having a cheeky coffee break at work. How about you?"

"Not much, just reminiscing about last night. It was bloody brilliant, and you were a proper star."

"Yes, it was, Michael. We should definitely do it more often at your place."

"But, setting that aside, I'd like to spend an evening with you in London. Dinner, theatre, a posh cocktail bar—whatever tickles your fancy. What do you think?"

"It sounds proper lush, Michael, but I have a business to run here in Brighton, and a trip to London takes all day. Plus, I've got a boyfriend. He's alright with it, but I thought I'd let you know. It has to be on a Saturday. I reckon I can shut up shop for the day."

Michael was taken aback by the boyfriend situation, but he wasn't ready to give up.

"Well, a Saturday is perfect then. When's the next convenient one for you?"

"This coming Saturday works. Michael, do you know what I do?"

"No, I don't have a clue."

"Michael, I'm a prostitute, disguised as a masseuse. My business is a Thai massage parlour here in Brighton, and it's thriving. But I am a prostitute."

Michael's jaw dropped. He hadn't expected that. He was aware of massage parlours providing sex but had forgotten about them—they seemed so outdated.

"Blimey, I didn't expect that. I thought you were just really keen on a bit of fun. Never mind, I don't mind at all. A lovely evening with you is enough for me. Of course, I can cover your expenses."

"No need, Michael. I'm not doing this as a prostitute but as a woman who fancies you quite a bit. I just wanted to be honest from the start. And yes, I am a bit of a nympho, I'm afraid."

"Nothing to be afraid of. So, Saturday it is. I'll drive to Brighton to pick you up. We can make a day out of it, drive along the coast, have some oysters, and so on. What do you think?"

"Sounds like a right laugh, Michael."

"It is a date, Tammy, and I'll make it a right old knees-up for you."

"You've already done that."

"That wasn't just me. It was Susan and loads of mini-mes."

Tammy laughed out loud.

"So, Saturday it is, Michael. You're a proper funny one. Bye for now, love."

"See you, Tammy."

Tammy's laughter echoed through the phone, brightening Michael's day.

As they bid their goodbyes, Michael couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. "Wow, that was a lot to take in. Prostitute, Brighton, busy massage parlour, business. Tammy." He thought to himself, "Fuck it, just go with the flow, see where it leads. What can go wrong?" But amidst the whirlwind of emotions and unexpected revelations, he found himself impressed by Tammy's honesty.

He made a mental note to himself: "When life throws you curveballs, just laugh along and keep swinging."

With a grin on his face, he looked forward to the weekend, eager to embark on a memorable adventure with Tammy, the masseuse with a side hustle that took him by surprise.

Little did he know, their Saturday date would turn out to be an unforgettable journey filled with laughter, surprises, and perhaps a dash of chaos—after all, life was never meant to be predictable.

And so, with excitement bubbling in his chest, Michael began to plan their escapade, ready to embrace whatever twists and turns lay ahead.

As he settled at his desk, enjoying the rich aroma of his freshly brewed Ecuadorian coffee and the smooth draw of a Cuban cigar from his box of Vegas Robaina Unicos, his inbox pinged. The message came from his long-term virtual friend and Rummy fierce champion adversary, “N0D1rtyNa1ls.” She was due to visit London in three months and suggested meeting up for coffee and perhaps dinner. It wasn't framed as a date, just a friendly reminder “who’s better” of their ongoing rivalry in games. “Better my arse, I'll show you better,” he murmured to himself, a competitive glint in his eye.

Entering the virtual room, he was greeted by the familiar chorus. “You are late!” they all shouted.

“I am one minute late, you wankers,” Michael replied, chuckling.

“Did you get my message?” “Dirtysomething” asked.

“I did indeed, and you're more than welcome to stay at mine. No need for expensive hotels.”

"Most hotels are free for me, as you all know. So, no need, Michael."

They settled into their game routine, which lasted for almost four hours.

The weekend arrived agonizingly slowly, affording Michael ample time to prepare the convertible for a long journey to Brighton and back via the coastal road. He coordinated with Tammy to arrive Friday evening, ensuring an early start to their Saturday exploration. The coastal road promised an array of sights to behold. However, their Friday evening journey turned into a nightmare, as commuters and weekenders crowded the route from London to Brighton.

 He settled into the hotel and enjoyed a leisurely shower before reaching out to Tammy.

“Hi Tammy, I’m here. Fancy meeting up?”

“Hi Michael. Of course. Pop by and pick me up from work; the girls are dying to meet you.”

“What? All of them?”

“Calm down, love. I’ll send you the address.”

“Alright then, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“See you soon, love.”

He parked his car just in front of a dilapidated building on a shady high street on the outskirts of Brighton. There, in bold letters, was "Sung Palace Thai Massage." Nothing else. The windows were covered with images of Thailand and a price list of different types of massages one could get. That’s it. No indication this was, in fact, a brothel, no indication this was a sex trafficking establishment, and Michael felt uneasy about all of this.

He rang the bell, and the door was opened by a middle-aged woman dressed in a nurse-like uniform, ready to provide a massage for tired travellers.

“Hi, you must be Michael, I’m Joy. Very nice to meet you. The boss is waiting for you upstairs. I’ll show you,” she said, giggling. After she closed and locked the door, she showed him to the stairs, following him at the same pace, looking at his backside. He felt her gaze and smiled. “Bloody panthers,” he said to himself.

In contrast with the external façade, the place was not too shabby at all. In fact, it was very nicely decorated, almost like a Harley Street doctor’s clinic. Not too shabby at all. She took him to the top floor where everyone was gathered. A beautiful living room with a small kitchen and a bathroom. Three sofas, a table for eight, a fireplace, and a large credenza with a TV and a CD player.

All the girls were relaxing on the sofas. As far as he could see, there were seven girls, all extremely good-looking, a kind of general common good-looking, not too old, not too young. Average age, maybe thirty-two. But that’s a man's skewed view of a room full of women in a brothel.

“Hi, lover, welcome to our safe house.” Tammy greeted him with open arms, giving him a long, deep kiss. The girls all giggled.

“You met Joy. She’s from France. This little one is Liu from China.” Tammy continued to make the necessary introductions to each girl, specifying their countries of origin.

As the conversation deepened, he learned that all the girls, including Tammy, were victims of sex trafficking. Through a charity, Tammy managed to give them a safe place to exist without fear of pimps, violent clients, or worse, deportation. They were now all legitimate UK citizens, certified Thai masseuses, earning a decent living.

“And the prostitution?”

Tammy explained that all of them from an early age were forced into prostitution. It is the only thing they can do to perfection—the art of seduction and eroticism, the art of selling a product for a lot of money. She continued by underlining that all are women in need, damaged maybe by the trauma of the past, but nonetheless perfectly healthy women willing and able to have sex. At least now they choose their clients, via, surprise, surprise, Adult Work. And the massage is absolutely legitimate. They are now all experts in that too, combining pleasure with business.

“Isn’t this another level of exploitation?” Michael credulously asked.

They all laughed.

“Definitely, but not of us. The clients, maybe,” Joy intervened.

Apparently, they were all partners in this venture and shared all profits equally. Above that, they were now, mostly because of this, settled down with husbands and kids and a roof over their heads. And this was not all, Michael found out. Almost all of them were involved in chat-cam. Erotic. It is what they know.

“What next? An erotic casino?” Michael joked.

They all looked at each other, scared.

“How did you find out?” Tammy asked in a serious voice.

Michael was speechless. He didn’t know; it was a joke.

They all started laughing.

“We are messing with you, smart ass. We did think about it, but that type of business attracts attention from the wrong crowd, including the local mafia and the police,” Tammy explained.

“We’ve all been there, done that, as prostitutes linked to casinos, and believe me, it is a very dangerous crowd to mess with, so no thank you, smarty pants.” And that was that.

After mingling some more with all the women in the room, exchanging stories and experiences, Michael and Tammy departed.

As they drove, Tammy mentioned, “I need to swing by my place to grab my things for the weekend, and you'll meet Tom, my mate and confidant.”

“Wow, a lot to take in for one evening,” Michael remarked.

“No worries, he's a real pussycat,” Tammy reassured him.

Approaching the location, Tammy grinned and reminded him, “Just remember, he's a pussycat,” with a playful glint in her eye.

Michael had no clue why Tammy was ringing the bell; it was her house, after all. The door opened, revealing a hulking figure, nearly seven feet tall and just as wide, blocking the entrance.

“Bloody hell, Jesus Christ, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” Michael exclaimed. “THAT IS NOT A PUSSYCAT,” he shouted towards the heavens. Tammy and Tom were in stitches.

“Come on in, you two, I've got the kettle on,” the giant figure chimed in.

They settled at the kitchen table, exchanging pleasantries and stories. It turned out Tom was a local rugby player and an engineer, renting rooms from Tammy upstairs. She occupied the first floor of the typical Victorian-style house, nestled on a quiet Brighton street not far from the main pier. It exuded coziness and warmth, much like Tammy herself, and Tom, despite his imposing presence, was indeed a gentle giant. Both Tom and Michael recognized the mutual respect they held for Tammy. Tom knew she was in good hands, and Michael understood the special bond she shared with Tom. So much for Susan’s gossip being anything but nonsense.

“Look, I brought you here to see the real me. Tom and I are just mates, nothing more. We tried the whole casual thing, but he's not too keen on my line of work, so we called it off. Now, here we are,” Tammy explained. Tom nodded, a touch of sadness evident in his eyes, but he remained understanding and respectful of the situation. He was clearly smitten, yet he respected Tammy’s boundaries.

Michael felt the awkwardness hanging in the air, unsure of what to say, but he understood Tammy’s need to stay true to herself, even if it meant navigating unconventional relationships.

Arriving at the hotel, they were greeted warmly by the manager, who seemed familiar with Tammy.

Cheek kisses and a hearty hug were exchanged, and Michael was introduced to the manager. After a brief exchange, Michael and Tammy headed to the suite, booked in advance by Michael. Confusion painted Michael's face, prompting Tammy to explain, “The hotel and our parlour have a symbiotic relationship. They require our services for special guests, and we rely on their guests for our services. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement, especially considering the unique services we provide, which you're now privy to.”

Michael grappled with conflicting emotions. He detested being entangled in the sex industry, yet he found himself romantically involved with someone immersed in it. She was the rare one percent who genuinely loved what she did. And indeed, the special service she’s referring to is double anal and double vaginal, able to deep throat. What about the other girls? What can they do that is different and still special? He was afraid to ask, but he knew he'd have to confront it someday.

After a shared shower brimming with passionate embraces, they dressed up for dinner at a posh restaurant, handpicked by Michael.

 After they returned, they were quite visibly tipsy and extremely aroused. As they both undressed quickly, Tammy brought a CD as a gift for him. "This is the gangbang we had in your flat, edited by Martin. You want to watch it while we have sex?" He was already super stiff and totally approved of the choice of cinema by his apparent girlfriend. Tammy was wearing a pair of black holdups, and as she got into bed, the large screen started projecting back his memories. She was now performing oral sex on him while he was fingering her. She was dripping wet and definitely ready. Their eyes were glued to the screen, where Susan was in action and Tammy in the background being engaged as well. In real life, both Michael and Tammy were excited by the porn on the screen. She was now riding him very slowly with their eyes still on the screen, as was Michael. They felt the real penetration while in the background the TV flickered homemade porn.

“I love watching myself fucked like this.” She uttered.

“Me too, you look stunning in porn. I love seeing you fucked like this.”

The penis was now slowly entering her vagina, while Tammy inserted a medium-sized dildo alongside it. From the vibration, they both vibrated with desire and excitement. Tammy moved his penis into her anus with the vibrator busy in her vagina, their eyes still on the screen's action. From time to time, they had a short dialogue about the action on the screen,

“I love the way they penetrate my anus here. I came twice,”

“And I love the way you take that huge black penis into your mouth as well,” Michael responded.

Both were moving faster and faster to the rhythm of the screen’s action. She was now on all fours with the dildo in her vagina and Michael’s penis in her anus. He was alternating between her anus and vagina with a constant dynamic flow. They both groaned with pleasure, and as their pace increased, the sounds transitioned from groaning to shouting, yelling, and roaring. After no more than twenty minutes of this, she climaxed, still on all fours, straight onto Michael’s pubic area, and she almost fainted with pleasure. Her brain just didn’t send any signals to the muscles, and she was now a lump of flesh still with a penis in her anus, whimpering with pleasure. Michael was ready to climax as well, and he quickly got around her and inserted his penis into her mouth. She had now recovered enough to help him climax, stroking him very fast and deep-throating him at the same time. He was a goner too. With an enormous roar, he ejaculated deep inside her throat, and with a gulp, she swallowed the whole lot. They embraced in a loving manner, still watching the action.

“Do you fancy some more?” she asked.

“Of course,” he answered diplomatically.

“And you?”

“No way. I am shattered, as today you are the seventh guy I've fucked, I am afraid,” and she started laughing.

He laughed as well, but not really. Inside, he was hurt not because of jealousy or because he was the last in a long line of partners for today, but because he realized that Tammy lacked any emotional restraints, totally uninhibited by the situation or the moment. He thought she lacked empathy and also that she had traits of narcissism. Any more of this, and she could easily be a serial killer. But he knew she was not. He quickly corrected himself; she was a victim of trafficking, a small Thai girl from rural Thailand, with basic education and unrefined at the border of uncouth. But she had an incredible sense of preservation, self-awareness, and she was extremely streetwise. Much wiser than him when it came to difficult situations. And Michael was considered by all as being streetwise considering his past. Maybe childhood love came into it as he was definitely loved by his parents and aunt and uncle. He would find out more quite soon enough, but for the time being, they had to sleep as a long drive back was waiting for them. And they fell into the land of dreams almost instantly. He was dreaming about Rummy and she was dreaming about Thailand and her village, the rice paddies and the beautiful hills. They were worlds apart in dreams and reality.

The next day began early with a room service breakfast: freshly brewed coffee, fresh orange juice, avocado benedict, a composed French omelette, Gruyère-Raclette cheese, organic greens, French toast, smoked salmon tower, and Pain D’Avignon plain. They shared all of this in bed while planning their activities in London. Since it was Saturday, the theatre was a must, which meant dinner had to be before the show, as most kitchens close when the performance ends. Alternatively, they could order in. What about afterwards? That was the dilemma. As they discussed their options, the only thing off the table was a romantic evening for two. Neither of them wanted that; both were too aroused for romance. They desired to engage in the most legally perverse activities possible. They both agreed Martin must be present to film and, of course, help out. Organizing a gangbang was out of the question due to its complexity. So, it was either a threesome or a foursome (Martin didn’t count). They preferred bareback, so the only options left were Susan and Tim or, if not, two guys from the London gangbang, preferably the two black guys. Tammy, as she knew them, was on the phone with one of the black guys named Tony, while Michael was chatting with Tim. Brilliantly, they all wanted to participate, so the party was going to be a sixsome. Michael thought, “I need to have an orgy room.” The meeting with all parties was scheduled for eleven thirty to give them enough time to get home and prepare. Perfect. So it is a gangbang.

The day was glorious, being August. Not a cloud in sight, so Michael let the convertible roof down and exited Brighton, with the morning breeze blowing through their hair. As he drove, she sat comfortably next to him, relaxed, smiling, and constantly holding his left elbow. They were both accustomed to driving on the left. Blame the Romans and Napoleon for that.

They were fortunate. The tide was low, and they stopped at Cuckmere Haven. Michael grabbed his insulated cool bag for the obligatory walk on the rough stone beach. They both wore wellies. As they explored the tide pools brimming with marine life, they discovered live oysters and cockles. He had prepared a special vinaigrette just for them. Absolutely delicious and consumed right there. They laughed with happiness and fulfillment. The cool bag filled up with goodies: a crab here, a razor clam there. Even a medium-sized lobster found its way into the cool bag. After more than thirty minutes, the next stop was The White Cliffs of Dover, which, compared to the previous stop, was quite boring. Their visit lasted less than fifteen minutes. They quickly moved on toward the beautiful Rye to have a bite at local caffee. From there, they headed toward Canterbury to see the cathedral and then to Margate to visit the museum, and finally back to M2 straight home to get dressed and ready to go to the theatre. They enjoyed the play immensely, and as they took an Uber back to his apartment, their discussion focused on the acting on stage.

They arrived just in time to prepare some bites and nibbles and open bottles of red and white wine. Susan and Tim were the first to show up, followed by Martin with his cameras, and then Tony with his friend Angus. They all knew each other, and soon the conversation turned to sex and porn. They started discussing what they wanted to do. The girls were the loudest, each expressing exactly which positions brought them to orgasm and which dick they preferred, being intimately familiar with each one.

There was no common decision, as no one can organize a fuck by committee, so it was settled that the girls would take charge since they were the ones receiving attention from so many cocks—five in total, with one part-time participant. They took their customary shower while the girls got into their fuck costumes.

They all gathered in Michael’s large bedroom, which had a bed big enough to accommodate everyone, with space around it to move. They also brought in a few armchairs for resting and watching. The plan was to fuck all night and come as many times as possible. Sammy wore only a pair of white holdups, while Tammy had on red lace-top holdups. On the bed, toys were spread out in order of size and function. The guys, naked and all shaved below, were scattered around the bedroom.

As the girls entered, they performed a porn-style catwalk, exposing and inviting the guys to look and touch their vaginas. Both wore anal plugs and proudly showed them off. The men's erections were evident the moment the girls entered the room, with some pre-ejaculate visible. Slowly, each girl began sucking two cocks at a time while Martin captured every detail.

 Tim and Tony took charge of Tammy while Michael and Angus face-fucked Susan. Michael loved seeing Tammy with other men, but they were all the same in that each watched the other’s actions and became more aroused by the perversions unfolding. The dialogue was at a caveman level, more groans than words. Susan was the first to be penetrated, taking the twelve-inch monster dildo straight into her anus. She was on all fours with Angus spreading her butt cheeks wide open while Michael, holding the well-lubed dildo with both hands, pushed it hard inside her. She took it easily, being a double-anal kind of slut. The movement gradually increased, with Angus taking over the dildo while Michael inserted his fist in her pussy. She was now being fist-fucked and dildo-fucked violently, screaming in pleasure.

Next to them in bed, Tammy was in a doggy position, fucked in the ass by Tim and in the mouth by Tony. She took both shafts deep into her body, a sight that deeply aroused Michael. The same was true for Tim, seeing his wife used in such a way. It was no secret that Susan wanted to join Tammy at the brothel/parlour, to be fucked a minimum of ten times a day. But that’s another story for another time.

“Tony, I want that big fat dick in my ass, so lay down and I will ride you, and I want you, Tim, to fuck me on top.” Tammy demanded.

 Tony lay down with his penis straight up. Tammy positioned herself for a reverse cowgirl double penetration. Tim licked her vaginal entrance while she rode Tony. Then it happened. Tim took his dick and slowly entered her open pussy. She moved between the cocks, yelling with enormous pleasure. She visibly came at least three times in ten minutes in that position, though none were powerful enough to make her gush.

Susan was now in the same position with Angus at the bottom and Michael on top, both pumping her furiously while she encouraged them to go deeper and faster. How deep one can go in Susan is a mystery as vast as the Mariana Trench, but deep they went, and she was hot too. For a woman in her fifties, she looked very, very good. Fucked like that, she looked fantastic. Martin was everywhere, filming all the action.

 Michael joined Angus in Susan’s butt hole. The double anal was enough to give her a few little orgasms, just like Tammy before her. But they weren’t forceful or fast enough to make her achieve the ultimate. She was very vocal about it, pushing them harder and harder. At one specific moment, when both cocks were inside her at the maximum, she released herself with a huge gush of female ejaculation. As she was still ejaculating and spasming on top of Angus, both cocks came out, ready to be pushed into her vagina. Barely had they entered when she came again, knocking Michael off her and exiting Angus, holding her pussy with her hands. She was not in pain but in ecstasy, convulsing alone on that side of the bed, while Michael and Angus comforted her, knowing that was good. Tim was excited seeing his wife in delirium tremens like that. They swung for this very moment and motive.

On the other side of the bed, Tammy, the little Thai girl, was taking both Tim and Tony in her ass, with Tim laid back to make enough space for Martin to enter her pussy. She was now in a triple penetration lock with all three men pushing hard into her. As most people know, well, not all people to be fair, this is the most impossible position to penetrate, let alone perform; therefore, it is only seen in porn productions. One needs the following ingredients: one large penis long enough to be the bottom anchor, size must be over nine inches. This penis does not move whatsoever. This penis is Atlas holding the world in place. It must be attached to a muscular figure, colour not significant. Fat people cannot be anchors. The second ingredient is a petite lady to play the role of the filling. Sandwich. Filling. She can be placed face up or down. Take her first hole down and slowly and carefully impale the lady into the anchor. Make sure she goes all the way down.

Now, this is the tricky bit because there are two ways of completing this triple sandwich. One way is to position the middle guy first by inserting his dick into the same hole as the anchor. As he penetrates, he arches his back as much as possible to accommodate the third guy’s penis between him and the girl, penetrating the vagina. You can permutate which hole gets penetrated. The second option is to have the top guy second, pushing his body as forward as possible and making space for the third penis to slowly find a hole. Anyway, long story short, Tammy was now locked, fucked, and coming hard. They had done this many times. Michael was exploding with excitement seeing his girl fucked like this. Not long after, Tammy exploded again, gushing all over.

Recovered, Susan was now double vaginally fucked by Michael at the bottom and Angus on top, and they moved really fast. She counter-moved with all her force to maximize the pleasure. Her legs were spread wide, her cunt clearly visible to all who were now gathered around her, except for Tammy who was resting on her back, excitedly watching her friend being impaled. Two of the guys held her legs straight while Martin pushed his camera lens right where the action was. Not long after, all three exploded simultaneously, both dicks ejaculating deep inside her vagina while her juice sprayed all over. As soon as Angus extracted himself, Tammy was cleaning his rod and now sat on her back waiting for Susan to squat above her face and push all that sperm into her mouth. The cunt’s opening was about five inches directly over Tammy’s mouth, and drip by drip the sperm entered. A few seconds later, the drips transformed into a long gooey string connecting the two fuck holes without breaking. Tammy stored all of it for the impending girl-to-girl sperm swap.

It was time for Tim, Tony, and Martin to ejaculate, and Tammy volunteered to be the sperm receiver. The other guys lowered her facing up into Tim, and her pussy gulped his dick straight in. Her legs were spread wide open and held in place by Michael and Angus. Tony was on top of them. Martin was filming and masturbating, ready to come at any moment. They started moving in unison. First, Tammy exploded, followed shortly by Tim, and then a few seconds later by Tony. The sperm exited her double-pounded vagina, around the cocks. As Tony exited, Martin was quick to penetrate her super-lubed pussy. He ejaculated instantly while Susan filmed the cocktail mixer. After they all exited Tammy, Susan cleaned the juices from Tammy’s pussy. And then again, the usual sperm exchange.

After they all had a shower, they gathered in the living room for some chat and banter. They kept at it for three more fucks like the one before with all the imaginable and unimaginable variations until eight o'clock in the morning. After the last heavy session, Tammy had a special request.

“I want you all to follow me to the shower room and pee on me. I want to drink you all.” Susan was quick to add, “Me too, please.” Everyone was okay with this, including Michael, who was a bit shocked but willing to participate. “I didn’t know you were into that, my darling!” he exclaimed.

In the large shower room, the girls kneeled while the boys surrounded them in a circle, starting to pee. Tammy and Susan were now drenched in pee and drank a lot of it as well. The scene was surreal yet exciting for the participants, all recorded for eternity by Martin. After all that debauchery, they showered, washing off all that perversion. And like magic, they looked human again.

After this, they gathered for a conference during a well-prepared breakfast by Michael and the girls. The hot topic was the location and format of the next party. Susan and Tim expressed their desire to host the party in Brighton, and everyone agreed. The cottage was large enough to accommodate everyone, and they had enough land for parking. The format was a bit trickier. The girls preferred a gangbang with just the two of them being the center of attention, while the boys wanted more women in the mix. Tammy solved the problem by promising to find volunteers from her parlour to participate for free. The issue of bareback was quickly resolved by imposing a twenty-four-hour sexual health certificate from each participant. Susan and Tim were in charge of sending out the invitations, including the request for obligatory testing, while Tammy was in charge of convincing her friends to join. It was settled. Martin would bring his assistant to help with the cinematography. In two weeks, a party in Brighton was going to take place. Let’s hope it will be as exciting as this one was.