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Just two days after my trailer sex with Hakan and Taner, I got a text message from Hakan. It was all in Turkish, and Google translate didn't help me much with it.

Gary is a lot better with the language here than I am, so I gave him my mobile and asked if he could make head or tail of it.

He smiled at me as he told me that they wanted to know if I was interested in doing more, and if I was, I was to phone another number and speak to Patron.

The prospect of another good fucking from both of them was appealing, but what was the other phone number all about?

"Jill, Patron is not somebody's name. It means Boss, and the fact that he uses a capital P, makes me think he is very important," said Gary.

It was very intriguing, but I decided to think about it some more, and got on with my daily chores. Housework completed, I checked my mail and was delighted to see I had mail from Yvonne.

It was a lovely long message, but the most important things were that she was planning another trip over to see me before winter set in and that she invited me over to stay with her for a week. She had two free weeks, one in September, and the other at the beginning of October.

What I liked about Yvonne's messages was that they were very interesting and informative. The perfect sex we had together was never mentioned. She talked about her hobbies, and about her past, and her family.

It felt like we were building up a really good friendship. I told her a lot about my past too, so my replies to her were always pretty long.

That evening, Mike came online for another chat. It was straight onto sex. He was wanking himself and asked me to do a strip for him.

I did it because I like him, and I love performing. And of course, I know how good that cock of his feels too. But I just wish we could chat a bit more about normal things.

Mike's only conversation lately had been how good I look, and what he would like to do to me. That's all lovely, and I do want to go and spend more time with him. And another filming session with the two studs Steve and Gunner kept flashing in my mind.

In fact, I was thinking of those two whilst bringing myself to a lovely cum with my vibrator. Mike was watching intently and was pretty obviously close to cumming himself.

I loved watching him, and he was so complimentary about how I was looking. Once again, he shot his load. It was a big cum, and he squeezed the last bits out onto his belly whilst telling me that I had to come and stay with him soon.

But again, there was very little chat about anything else. We said our goodbyes and signed off. Before I nodded off in bed that night, I made my decision. I was going to stay with Yvonne first and Mike would have to wait a bit longer.

The next morning, I booked my flights and phoned Yvonne to tell her. I had five weeks to wait.

When Gary came home from a game of tennis later, we talked again about the message from Hakan the trucker, and he asked if I had decided to phone "Patron".

Well, I had made a decision on that front too. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. So I told Gary that I was going to make the call, and asked him to stand by and help with translation if it was needed.

I made myself comfortable on the settee and dialled the number. It was answered quickly, and I asked for Patron and explained who I was. Thank goodness, his English was excellent.

He told me that he would like to meet me and talk about some plans he had. I asked what sort of plans, but he said he could elaborate if we met.

Gary was listening and whispered to me, "ask him if I can come along too." He was obviously a little concerned for my safety.

So I asked him, telling him that my husband knew all about me and that we didn't have any secrets.

"No problem, Jill," he replied, "you are both very welcome."

He sent his location on the phone, and we arranged to meet at 3 pm the next day.

It was a two-hour drive away, and I had no idea how to dress. But I treated it like a job interview at Gary's suggestion and dressed in a navy pencil skirt, just above the knee, and a plain white short sleeve blouse with maybe one more button undone than necessary.

Underneath I wore a skimpy white bra and pantie set. It was too hot to wear stockings or hold-ups, but my legs were well-tanned anyway. Finally, I found a pair of navy high heels, not excessively high, but enough to complete the look.

Luckily my hair didn't need too much attention, and I had made myself up as If I was going to work. Gary told me that the overall look was just right. and that I was oozing sex appeal.

I told him with a smile that he was talking bullshit because neither of us knew what to expect.

Off we set inland away from all the tourist areas, and google maps took us straight to our destination. It was a huge marble factory with some very large office buildings. 

There was a gatehouse with a security guard, and I had been told to show the message on my mobile when we arrived. The gates were opened and we were told to drive around the back of all the buildings, where there would be another gate to report to.

The whole place was huge, yet there didn't seem to be many people around. Anyway, we found the second gate. Again we had to show the message on my phone, and the guy directed us to a car park.

There weren't many cars in the parking area, but they were all nice cars. Gary made some expletive remark about the car nearest the entrance. It was a Porsche SUV, and it had a number plate of white numbers on black, whereas nearly all cars were black numbers on white.

Gary told me it had to be a government official of some sort.

At the doors, we had to press an intercom and announce ourselves, and a tall guy in a grey suit told us to follow him. We were taken to a large and sumptuous office, where Patron arose from his chair behind a large desk and we introduced ourselves. The guy with the suit stayed in the office, standing erect by the door, and there was another guy dressed similarly at the other side of the room.

We were treated very civilly, a tray of tea and biscuits were brought in as Patron asked about our journey and made pleasant talk.

He told us we could call him Patron if we wanted to, but that his name was Muzaffer, so we could call him Muzzy if that was easier. He explained that Patron meant "boss", which we already knew of course.

While we were in the middle of our tea and biscuits, Muzzy picked up a remote control, and a very large TV screen on the wall behind him sprang into life.

He pressed again. No words were spoken. There was I driving along in my badminton kit, pulling my skirt up, playing with myself, and smiling up at the camera. It was the footage from Hakan and Taner. The quality of that bit was quite good, but when it went on to me having sex with both of them in the back of their trailer, it was too dark for good pictures. However, you could just about make out what was going on, and besides, the sound gave it all away.

My first thought was, 'shit, they are going to blackmail us.'

Muzzy turned the screen off and told me that I was a very lovely and enterprising lady. 

"And you obviously enjoy having sex with strangers," he continued. Well, he certainly got that bit right!

"I invited you here today to ask if you would be interested in doing more," Muzzy said looking us both straight in the eye.

We wanted to know what sort of "more". What he had in mind was what he called a "gentlemen's night", where I would be part of the entertainment.

Muzzy didn't beat about the bush. "You would be expected to fulfil the sexual desires of my friends," he said.

"How many friends are we talking about Muzzy?" Gary chipped in.

"I'm not sure, but probably about a dozen," Muzzy replied. "And all in the same place on the same night."

He said it was a lot for us to consider, and we could take our time over a decision. Gary and I looked at each other. We knew it was a gang bang that was being planned.

We didn't have to say anything to each other. We both knew, but I couldn't believe how I actually worded my acceptance. "Oh! yes please," I said as if I had been told that  I had won the lottery.

Muzzy asked if we were sure. He didn't want to arrange something and then find out that we had changed our minds. We confirmed that we were sure.

Then Muzzy asked about health check-ups. We told him that we had a regular monthly check-up at a private hospital in Fethiye, and showed him some paperwork. He said he would rather that I used his private doctor at his expense. We agreed to that too, and an appointment was made over the telephone for the next day.

"When I have the results from him, I will contact you again, Jill. Is that OK?" asked Muzzy.

"Of course," I replied, "I'll look forward to hearing from you."

We shook hands and said our goodbyes, the two security guards watching all the goings-on, and then we were escorted back to our car.

As soon as we were back on the main road towards home, Gary and I started talking.

"Bloody hell, Jilly, that's a bit of a result," said Gary, "Are you sure you're OK with it?"

"Gary, I've told you before that a gang bang was something I wanted to try one day, so yes, I'm more than OK with it. I really want to do it," I replied unhesitatingly.

In fact, I was already getting pretty randy just thinking about it, with that familiar damp and warm feeling between my legs.

Fast forward three days. I got a call from Muzzy saying that my tests were all OK, and asking me to go and talk to him again. I went the next day, this time on my own, as I felt very safe.

I didn't feel like it was an interview this time, so I dressed a little more sexily. A pink vest top with no bra, a black mini skirt with a pair of black panties underneath, and high heels again of course.

I followed the same procedures through the security gates and was shown into Muzzy's office again. He explained that he had found a venue for his "gentlemen's night", and would a week today be convenient?

Whatever I had got planned would have taken second place anyway, but I made a show of checking my phone and told him that I was certainly OK for that day.

"The men that come will all be either friends or business colleagues of mine, Jill," Muzzy said, "I would like you to look after their every desire."

I was frank, and told him that I didn't like pain and that I also thought that too many men wanting to fuck my bum might be a problem. He understood and told me that he would make sure they all knew their limits.

Then, out of the blue, he said, "Naturally. I need to know first hand what sort of service I am offering them, Jill,"

He had a cheeky smile on his face, he winked and tilted his head to one side awaiting a reply from me.

"That's perfectly understandable, Muzzy," I answered. "A good boss should always check the quality of his products every now and then."

At that, he stood up, said something in Turkish to his two guards, and led me out of the room. We walked down a corridor to another room. It was a bedroom with a large round bed, thick carpets, and an en suite bathroom. It was far more classy than any hotel room I had stopped in.

Muzzy has a belly that is a little too large, but not too much, and his dark hair was receding a little. But he was a man of power, and that was undeniably sexy.

I was very aware of the position I was in. I had to be at my best. As I pulled my vest top over my head to reveal my boobs, I looked straight at him and told him that I thought he was very sexy.

Muzzy was still in his shirt and trousers, but I walked slowly up to him and undid the belt and fly on his trousers. I eased them down slowly, and his underpants slid down with them.

I was pleased to see that his cock was already standing to attention. I pushed him lightly to let him know he should get on the bed. He sat on the edge and I went down him. My tongue found his circumcised knob, and I started slowly wanking him at the same time.

He laid back, pushing his trousers and pants further down, and I got in a comfortable kneeling position on the bed. Now I could really go to town.

Muzzy reached out to finger my nipples as I continued with the blow job, now taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. He was very hard and he started breathing heavily. I didn't want him to cum too quickly, so I stopped.

My mini skirt was one with a zip all the way down the front. I got off the bed and stood right in front of his face while I pulled the zip down and eased it right down onto the carpet, where I stepped out of it. 

The tiny black panties I had chosen were just inches from his face. I expected him to draw me closer and bury his tongue there, but Muzzy was just eager to get his own clothes off, so he stood up too and stripped.

I took my panties off and lay on the bed watching him and smiling. My pussy hadn't had any attention from him yet, but I was feeling very randy. As he lay down, I lowered myself over his face.

Now, at last, my pussy got what it wanted. His tongue licked all around my pussy lips and onto my clit. I moved my hips around a little enjoying lovely sensations while I played with my tits.

Then I moved round to a sixty-nine, and we licked and sucked each other for ages. We were both making a lot of noise as we got more and more carried away.

"I want to fuck you now," he shouted.

"Good," I said, as I straddled him and carefully lowered my wet pussy onto his lovely big cock.

Now Muzzy could play with my tits while he fucked me. I lowered myself right down so that our tongues met for the first time.

He was pounding me now, getting faster and faster, then slowing down for a while, before really going for it again. He was very good, and I wanted to be at my best for him.

We changed positions. Muzzy wanted to take me from behind, so I knelt on the bed and squealed as he entered me again, tickling my bum hole at the same time.

Now he was really getting carried away, and I was sure he was about to shoot his load. But he pulled out again and started rubbing his cock against my bum hole.

He hesitated as if asking my approval, but nothing was said as he carefully pushed his cock into my arse. He was grabbing my tits as I moved around, enjoying those different sensations.

I was so randy I couldn't stop fingering my clit as he carried on fucking my bum. Seconds later he pulled his cock out and shot his hot load all over my bum. Then we both collapsed, laying next to each other on the bed getting our breath back.

We lay naked on the bed together, both lighting up a cigarette, and started a conversation.

"My friends and colleagues are going to get a real treat, I think," Muzzy said softly while playing with my nipples again.

"Thank you, Boss," I replied. "But please tell them no bum fucking because there will be too many of them."

"Yes, I understand," he replied straight away. "That treat is only for me, Jill. And I want to see a lot more of you. You are lovely and I want to fuck you lots."

Hmmm, I had got him hooked. I was pleased with myself. We showered together, and he fucked me again, standing up with a lot of suds all around.

It was time for me to go. After getting dressed and putting my make up back on, Muzzy escorted me to my car, going out into the car park from a completely different door.

"I will send you all the details about next week," he said. "Be very sexy for my friends. I will try to see you myself again sometime soon."

I drove home very happy. He was an important guy, and I had won him over. And my first ever gang bang was coming in just a week.

Of course, Gary was over the moon when I told him he would have to adjust his records.

For the next few days, I could think of nothing else. Even a lovely email from Yvonne and a video sex chat with Mike couldn't take my mind off what I was considering.

Gary and I talked a lot about it all too. Gary was excited about it but knew that there could be pitfalls. I felt the same, and for several hours one day I was plucking up the courage to phone Muzzy and tell him that I couldn't do it.

But I didn't have to. Muzzy phoned me that evening. Before I could get a word in, he told me that all the arrangements had been made. He was sending me the location, He told me he couldn't make it himself, but that I was to report to Bulent, who was one of the security men I had met in his office.

My mind was in a whirl. I asked, "So how many men will I be entertaining?"

"Fourteen, are you ok with that?" he replied immediately.

My next words astounded both me and my Gary who was listening in. "Mmmm sounds like a treat, I can't wait."

Muzzy told me that he would be in touch after the event. He would arrange another health check, and we could meet up somewhere afterwards.

So, there was no backing out now. The location was two and a half hours drive away, in a town called Denizli. Gary said he would drive me there and would book a night for us both in a hotel nearby.

The day came. I asked Gary if he could get me there at least two hours before the show was about to start. I took a large suitcase full of clothes because I really had no idea what to expect.

We found the place just after 5 pm. The show started at 8 pm. Bulent was there to meet us already.

It looked like a warehouse on a small industrial estate. There was a goods entrance with a rollup door on one side, and an ordinary door at the other end

Luckily Bulent spoke excellent English too. He took us in through the small door. What a surprise! It was built into a stage, all on one level, but with some comfortable cinema-style chairs at one side, and a big bed at the other. There were carpets on the floor. it was well lit, and someone had spent a lot of money on it.

It wasn't at all what I was expecting, and Gary and I just stood there for ages, our mouths open, taking everything in.

There was even a microphone, and Bulent said he would be using that. He told us that one guy was bringing his nephew as a treat because he was going in the army the next week. (They have National Service here, and it's a big party when they leave home.) Apparently, he was a virgin, and his uncle was giving this as a present!

So, Bulent said he would point the guy out to me, and I was to see to him first.

I asked Bulent if there was any music. When he told me he had hundreds of tracks, I told him I thought I could start the night with a striptease. He thought that was a great idea, and I picked two tracks, Love me Again by John Newman and Human by Rag n'Bone Man.

I have used those tracks at home while stripping for Mike online, so I didn't have to rehearse.

Bulent showed us both through to the back, where there were a proper changing room and a shower and bath. Gary went and fetched my suitcase and brought it in.

Now I knew what I was going to wear. I was really going to be performing and the thought was driving me wild.

We still had over two hours to go, so we asked if there was a cafe nearby, and Bulent directed us to one within walking distance. I was too excited to eat much, but Gary and I talked and talked.

"If the guy is just going in the army Jill, he must be very young," Gary said.

"I think they usually go for National Service at twenty or twenty-one," I replied.

"And there's going to be fourteen of them, I think you told me," Gary inquired.

"Yes, and I am going to have them all," I told him with a broad grin on my face.

Gary dropped me back at the venue, and then made his way to the hotel we had booked. He would wait there until he heard from me.

Bulent was so helpful when I got back, showing me where everything was etcetera. He explained that there would be another security man outside checking who was coming in. But he said everything else was his job.

He would act as a sort of compere and was there to help if ever I needed anything or wanted something to stop. All I had to do was hold my hand up and he would come running.

There was still nearly an hour to go, but I decided to get ready. I picked a silver dress. It was strapless, just below knee length on one side, but with a split very high up the other. I chose a black half-cup bra and a very brief pair of black lacy panties, with barely black hold-ups and a pair of black high heel shoes.

After putting on my make up and doing my hair, I got dressed. I loved it. The split at the side of my very elegant dress showed the lacy top of my hold-ups and a little bit of bare thigh above.

Nervous I certainly was, but I also felt excited and ready to perform. Bulent knocked on my door to make sure everything was OK. He told me that they were beginning to arrive and we should be ready to start in ten minutes or so.

We both found a back door and went out for a cigarette together. He told me that I looked very sexy.

Time seemed to drag after that. It was certainly more than ten minutes later when Bulent appeared again. "Three people are going to be late Jill," he told me, "but it is not fair to keep everybody waiting, so I have decided to start now. I shall announce you, and then you can make your entrance. I have the music ready."

I heard my name and John Newman start so I stepped out on to the stage. It's a fast track so I moved quite quickly around in time to the beat. I got as close as I dare to the seats and smiled at my audience as I tried to move sensually in front of them.

I have learnt not to start stripping too early and to be more of a tease, so by the end of the first track, I was still fully clothed. But I had twice put one leg up on the arms of the two seats at the end of each row, and that had gone down very well.

When "Human" started, it was time for me to start stripping. I went to the middle of the front row, squatted down and let the guy know that I wanted him to pull down the zip at the back of my dress.

He did and I walked away, freeing myself from the dress. I tossed it to one side as I stepped out of it and then turned around to face my audience. I was really into it now.  Just in my bra, panties and hold-ups, I moved around in front of them, trying to prove that I was still fit, squatting down in time to the music and raising myself up again while looking them straight in the eyes,

When I stood up, I bent down towards them as I moved in front of them all, giving them a good view of my cleavage.

Moving slowly, I made my way gradually towards the young guy who was joining the army. He was in the second row. I had to squeeze past a couple of men to get to him and felt their hands on my legs as I did.

Again I motioned that I wanted my bra undone and sat on the young man's knee. His uncle was stroking my leg and he took ages to unfasten my bra, but he managed in the end. I held the bra in place as I got up and moved back in front of everyone.

The track was coming towards its end, so I slowly let the bra come away from me, and then threw it into the audience. There were cheers as I did so which made me feel great.

Then, with just a few seconds left of "Human", I turned away from them and slowly took my panties off, bending down to the floor as I stepped over them.

Naked but for my hold-ups and shoes, I shook my arse at them until the music finished and then spun round to face them, arms in the air and legs wide apart.

The cheer was even louder this time. But I had misjudged the track. Either that or it was an extended version.

As it went into the chorus again, I had to improvise. Standing only feet away from the front row, I started to play with my tits, slowly and seductively in time to the beat. Then with one hand, I started stroking my pussy lips right in front of them.

And that was exactly the position I was in as the three latecomers made their entrance and made their way to their seats. This time the track did finish, and I assumed the same position of arms in the air and legs wide apart.

I've no idea what they were shouting, but they were clapping at the same time, so I think the strip had gone down well.

Apart from the young man himself, they all seemed to know what was going to happen next. Bulent had pushed the bed nearer to the audience, and I walked towards the guy. I bent forward over the two guys next to him and took hold of his hand.

He looked quizzically at me and then his uncle (who was too busy fondling my boobs), and then he stood up and let me lead him to the bed.

The poor guy looked really nervous as I unbuttoned his shirt standing next to the bed. But he let me carry on, not knowing where to look. I threw the shirt away, then sat on the bed and started to undo his belt and fly.

As I pulled his trousers and pants to his knees, his cock was right in front of my face. He was not quite fully erect, and the situation made him lose it altogether.

He was going to take a bit of coaxing. I got him to lay down on the bed to relax him a bit and then gave him the best blow job I could. For a while, I thought nothing was going to happen, but then quite suddenly, his cock sprang into action.

Quickly I straddled him, got hold of his cock and put it in for him. He didn't move straight away, so I had to do the work. I didn't want him to lose the erection.

I put his hands on my tits, and then he got into the rhythm where it mattered. His cock was really hard at last, and he started thrusting like he had done it a thousand times before.

Perhaps I should have expected it, but he came in no time at all. He actually tried to pull out, but I wasn't going to let him, and his spunk went all up my pussy. He still had a look of relief and embarrassment on his face as I climbed off him and reached for the tissues that were by the bed,

The other guys had been pretty vocal all the time, and they cheered at the end, making the guy look even more sheepish.

I held my hand up, and Bulent appeared quickly. "You can tell them all that I am ready for them now," I said. I really was, and I wanted this new experience.

Quick as a flash, they all stripped, leaving their clothes on the seats behind them. I lay on my back right on the bottom edge of the bed. The first guy was one of the oldest there, but he had a good erection, and he didn't need any help, standing between my open legs.

He held my left leg over his shoulder and pounded away at me. Other guys started to appear all around me. It was difficult to remember exactly what was going on. There were always two cocks either side of my face, but they weren't always the same ones. There were tongues and hands all over my boobs and a constant change of men standing between my legs and fucking me.

It all felt wonderful except that I didn't feel in control. But nobody tried anything that I didn't want.

I lost all track of time. The fucks just kept coming. I had no idea who had and who hadn't fucked me. A couple of them had cum inside me and another had shot his load from my blow job.

But I was more than OK with it all. I was the centre of attention and I was getting loads of lovely feelings all over my body. So I just went with the flow. There was always a cock in my pussy and one or two in my mouth.

There was a pause. Although there were still plenty of guys all around me, there wasn't a lot of action. So I took the opportunity, sat up, put my hand in the air to beckon Bulent.

Everyone took a step back while Bulent made his way to me. "Could you ask them if they have all fucked me, please? I don't want anyone to miss out," I said.

Bulent translated and came back with "Yes. Jill, they all have."

"OK," I said to Bulent, "but I have not had an orgasm myself yet, could you tell them that I now want to feel their tongues getting me."

Bulent gave me a somewhat old-fashioned look, but he did as he was asked. There may have been something lacking in the translation, because one guy stuck his tongue in my mouth, and two more were licking and sucking on my nipples.

Luckily, one guy knew what I was after, joined me on the bed, took my hold-ups off and started fingering me and licking me at the same time.

He was good too, and I started moaning and squealing in delight. Then, of course, they all wanted to have a go!. The first guy had been the best, but I was getting all sorts of sensations from so many tongues and I had a wonderful and powerful cum where they all learnt a bit of Anglo Saxon!

And that was it. Gang bang over. Fourteen satisfied guys and a tired but satisfied lady. I held my hand up again, and Bulent started to come over, but they all realised that it was over, and started to get dressed.

Bulent, bless him, got the tissue box and started to clean me as much as he could. I picked up my dress and made my way to the changing room. My panties, bra and hold-ups had all disappeared.

I had a long shower, and I actually felt really great. After all, I had achieved another objective and I'd loved it.

As I was towelling myself dry, there was a knock on the door, and I told Bulent to come in. He'd seen it all before, so I wasn't shy.

He sat down on a bench as I carried on drying myself, and told me that he thought I had been wonderful. He excused himself and went back out to where the stage was and came back in with a wooden box about the size of a shoebox. He handed it to me.

I dropped my towel so that I could take it.

"What's this," I asked Bulent.

"It's like a tip box, Jill. The guys put money is as they left just now, it's all yours," He told me

I sat down next to him stark naked but nearly dry, and counted the money. There was over four thousand Turkish lira, so roughly £500.

"I can't take this," I said, "I didn't do it for the money." It actually made me feel cheap, like a common whore. But what could I do?

I decided I would give it to an animal charity that I support locally, but didn't tell Bulent that. Bulent offered me a cigarette, and we sat chatting quite normally despite the fact that I was still naked.

"It was a perfect night, except for the fact that I really wanted you myself. You are so beautiful," He told me, looking me straight in the eyes.

There was no decision to make here at all. Bulent was tall, dark, handsome, very muscular, and had treated me so nicely all night.

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth," I said to myself as I pulled his lips towards mine.

Bulent picked me up and carried me out to the bed, which was already completely stripped.

I don't know where I got the strength from, but we had an absolutely wonderful, passionate thirty minutes together. Not only was he good looking, but he was a patient and athletic lover. I came twice and he shot his load right up inside me.

We enjoyed another cigarette lying next to each other on the bed, and we chatted. He told me that Muzzy (or Patron), must never know about what we had just experienced. Muzzy had taken a shine to me, and he would lose his job and probably a lot more if he knew.

I told him that was no problem and that I would keep it to myself. Inside my mind though, I knew that I wanted some more of that if the chance came.

The power that Muzzy had over people intrigued me, so I asked some questions about him. He was second in command at Turkey's Ministry of Transport. It's a position that is awarded, he didn't have to get voted in. But yes, he was an important person.

"That's not all," added Bulent. "Muzzy is head of the Turkish mafia for this whole region."

I must admit, I had heard rumblings about the Mafia in Turkey before, but this was the first time that I had actually encountered it.

And apparently, the guy wanted me as his regular mistress.

I wondered if I had dug myself into a big hole.

We finished our cigarettes, and we had another shower together, and yes, of course, it happened again. I love shower sex, and Bulent was more than ready for another thing that I had to keep quiet about.

I phoned Gary to tell him I was nearly ready, got dressed, thanked Bulent for all his help (and the fucks), picked up my money, and waited for hubby to appear.

The hotel was only ten minutes drive away, so I didn't say much until we got back to our room.

"The show started at 8 pm didn't it Jill?" Gary started. "But you didn't ring until 10.45 pm. That's a long time fucking," he said with a smile on his face.

I told him absolutely everything. I don't think I left anything out. He had to alter his journal and up the total by fifteen.

"Did I know their names?" he asked, "You know, for the journal."

"Oh yeah," I said, "and I've got their autographs too, you plonker"

I had just enough left in my tank to see to Gary as we collapsed into bed.

Before I fell asleep, I analysed exactly where I was now.

Well, number one, I was a paid prostitute. No getting out of it, I had made £500 in a night and I had been fucked by fifteen different cocks.

Number two, I was wanted as the mistress of a man very high up in the Mafia. Number three, in a few weeks I was going to England to be with my lovely girlfriend Yvonne. Number four, Mike wanted me to go over and see him as well, and there was a chance of seeing the two porn studs again.

And then there was Ray, and holidaymaker Ben, and Ozlem in Ankara, a swing with Bob and Linda. And guess what, hubby still wanted me to go out and pick up more tourists.

And the thing was, I was bloody loving all of it. If the chance of another organised gang bang came along, I would certainly go for it. The only objective still to reach as far as I could think was a Roman-style orgy. Maybe I should let my Mafia friend know!