#309582 - I got some lovely red silk upstairs! a woman's voice trilled, Half a mo, I heard her feet clattering up the stairs, the hubbub of conversation increased, I couldn't make out much, something about Harrogate. I should have known that if Daddy was involved Las Vegas would prove to be a patch of Desert Scrub not the Entertainment capital of the world. I must have been head first through a hole in a wall, and the floor one side was obviously higher than the other because for the next few hours a steady stream of punters used me, my mouth and my backside, like piece of meat and the worst thing was no one fucked me, or even played with my breasts or clit, I needed something, just something to rub against but there was nothing, absolutely nothing, and while seemingly every man in the pub used me it did absolutely nothing for me.