Mom nodded almost as soon as I came to a stop in front of her and I returned to the booth. For some reason it isn’t as bad when I’m in the booth. ...hat makes no sense. I’m just as visible in the booth as I am when I step out of it with the added humiliation that those people get to watch me put clothes on and take them off as if I were a stripper. I removed the first of the skirts and repeated the process with the next and then the next. It didn’t get any easier.Then it was time to try on the. A nice girl took us around for a tour and explained the rules of the club (essentially, keep your distance unless you are invited). Once we were set loose, we joined a small crowd of people at the bar. The club was BYOB, which hadn't known before hand. There was a TV showing some nice amateur interracial porn (my favorite). When we first came in, the club was kind of dead (it was about 9 pm). There were a few younger guys with nice size cocks their with ladies, some average looking bigger. Brother Quinton took his car keys out of his pocket on the chain was a small brass tube, in the tube was Blessed Virgin Olive Oil. Brother Quinton put a few drops on George Mickels Head. Then they both laid their lands on him and Brother Moe gave him a blessing.When they came out of the Room they asked Ann if she wanted a blessing and she said yes that would be nice but No, with all due respect. Brother Quinton was about to say something but Brother Moe just said thank you Sister Mickels for. Now both girls were on their backs getting fucked and sucking cock. "Shit, ain't no holes left for me." Don protested. "Try one of them." Ed called out. Don smiled, then walked over to John. He unfastened his hands and forced him to lean forward. "Suck my cock like your wife did." He ordered. John felt disgusted as he opened his mouth and took another man's dick into his own and began sucking. He could feel Don's excitement grow as the scared man began fucking John's face. Josh stood.