Four or five more girls had come in with her, some naked and some in G-strings, and they all climbed up onto the bed and struck leering poses, jiggling their boobs and grinding their hips for our benefit, and the two broads that had been performing got up and joined them.

Now it was up to us to decide which one of the girls we wanted to see getting her well-plugged by the donkey. I voted for a slim little giggly chick with pointy, springy tits and a cute ass, figuring she'd give us a good lively show, but most of the tourists voted for a phony blonde with a big-eyed baby-face and a pair of boobs like Sophia Loren. It figured.

Then the other chicks all disappeared, we pulled our chairs back, and a couple of black Samsons came in and carried the bed away. At that point I was wondering how in the hell they were going to set the thing up. Getting a donkey's cock into a girl has to be some kind of a contortion, I figured, for the donkey and the girl both. There had to be some kind of apparatus.

Sure enough, they wheeled in a wooden platform and I began to see how they would manage it. The girl apparently would lie on top of the thing on her belly with her legs hanging down in back, spread wide, with her feet in stirrups and her pussy trough wide-open from the ass end. And there were raised-up shelves on both sides of the contraption where the donkey could rest his front legs when he reared up into position.

But the girl – I think they said her name was Felicia – didn't climb onto her perch right away. She was circulating around among the crowd making friends, thanking all the boys individually for picking her to fuck the donkey, and showing her gratitude with big slurpy tongue-licking kisses and by letting everybody play bouncy squeezy with her fantastic boobs.