Chapter 148

If I did it, they’d be the oldest looking people I’d ever had sex with. I’d had sex with wolves that were much older, but looked younger. They looked around sixty, still well put together, like my parents, but holy cow.

When we checked into the hotel, Quinn said he had a reservation for a superior room with one king size bed.

The clerk, Diane from her name tag, looked at the four of us standing there, three big males and myself, me in my collar identifying me as Quinn’s Slut, in my slutty outfit, tits visible through the sheer top, covered by the pasties.

“That room only has one bed,” Diane said.

“One bed is all we need, and we won’t be sleeping all that much.” Quinn smiled.

Diane looked at me again, then the three big fellows. I felt like sinking into the floor, even as my pussy flooded. Having Quinn telling, showing or intimating to all of these strangers that I was a trollop willing to fuck three men at once, was turning me on. Conor took an exaggera