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Day 1 - Room Tour

11 p.m. We finally got to our room and we were all looking for the light switch, it's quite dark in here. Alex slammed the door and found there was no handle on the inside, we were trapped! We used the torch to find out where we were. The previous tourists had left Polaroid photos of themselves on the wall with messages. Irma's like scalded. We've got bunk beds, but only 4 beds and there are 5 of us. We all burst out laughing. The boys couldn't believe what we had booked for our stay. The bathroom looks like it's never been used or cleaned. Wait, Steve picked up a used condom with his bare hand. Oh, no. We girls are disgusted, but the boys are starting to like this fetishistic accommodation. Suddenly, the lights come on and a sweaty receptionist walks into our room with a big tray of something like a sausage with bread and mustard. The receptionist takes a bite of it in front of us to prove it's fresh. I appreciate her hospitality and kind attitude, but these are crazy conditions for an overnight stay and I don't even know if I'll eat it, but I'm very hungry. I think of my mother's hot dinners and mentally apologize to her for not being grateful enough for them. The receptionist reminds us that we have a health check in the morning. We finally get to bed, the lights are out again. For tonight, good night, pray for our team to do well.

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Day 3 - Extreme shower

9 a.m. The bright sunlight lit up our room, and we slowly started to get up. Alex was already running around the room calling for Steve, but he wasn't answering. His bed was empty. He left behind a photo of us together from the Polaroid that read, "I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore!!! I am joking. Sorry!!! Steve". My chin dropped. I would have expected that from Greta but not Steve. Irma put on her glasses and assured our team that she would get a quality replacement for him, a documentary filmmaker friend. A fat, dirty receptionist knocked on the door, asking if we'd bathed yet. We didn't know where the showers were, so she offered to take us there. Bleach hasn't been used here since the building was built! A plus-size lady is sitting on the toilet with no door, who, by the expression, is performing need no. 2. The showers look like Turkish spas and the traffic is fast. Fat lady in a rubber apron showering women and men like a treadmill. They stripped us naked, and we put our things in a locker. It's freezing here. Greta's gnashing her teeth. Fat spa lady Maria screwed an anal enema attachment onto the shower, stuck it up Irma's ass, and she just screamed. I had to laugh. Her face was priceless! Greta's ass was clean after yesterday's exam, but Irma's was not. Another busty girl kept touching our asses, and as she watched us masturbate, complimenting us on how beautiful we were, well, that's in a different league.

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Day 3 - Orgy in the Lobby

2:30 p.m. Irma is lying in bed and the boys are trying to fix one of our Polaroid cameras. Greta has gone to the private single room to get herself together. After a health check and a cold shower, she was so tired she wanted to be alone. I hope she doesn't miss Steve so much and is ready to move on, I would miss her if she left! A strange man walked up to our room, he looked like a janitor in this building. I can't take my eyes off his crotch. That guy has got an extremely, big dick in there! He looks like he's in his early 60s and he's got the erection of a young man. Alex smiled when he saw my expression. The gentleman informs us that there's a shower on the second floor with hotter water, and straight away asks us if we're going to fuck too, or just watch. Is he making fun of us? Down the hall, he says that everyone is already warming up their genitals, and as he tells us this with a big sparkle in his eye, he strokes his penis while meeting Irma's gaze. Well, good luck, Irma, if you do it, you won't walk it off. I hope I can talk her out of it. There's already a crowd of people in the hall, couples, lesbians, all either jerking off or fingering each other. People are moaning, the place is buzzing and it smells of sweat, genitals, and cheap perfume. There's that famous glory hole under the stairs and it's already being pounded hard. Alex is filming, and I'm writing notes in my diary but my eyes don't know where to go first, it's a parade of naked people of all ages from pretty girls to old ladies. It's extreme!