Suddenly Steve heard three quick knocks on the wall and then what sounded like a stifled moan.A minute later one of the doors opened and a black guy s...epped out. As he did a guy went in the same booth and closed the door. It was not long before this repeated itself with the knock and moan. Then a door slightly further down the hall opened and a guy came out zipping his pants.Steve watched each of the guys ahead of him enter and then come out again. He also noticed there were several more men. It trailed down her back like a waterfall and bounced on her shoulders with every step she took.I was mesmerised by the movement of it. When it caught the overhead light I could see the variations of colour in it. Not a bottle redhead, a real one. Russet red like an Irish setter.I shoved the paper coffee cup to my lips to conceal my drooling. I forced a mouthful of hot sweet liquid between my lips to muffle a low moan of sheer desire. I wanted to follow her, find an empty corridor somewhere and. ”“Fuck you, let me go you asshole.”“No.” Marc tells her.“What about all of those people who saw us leave the club together?”“Yea fucking right, everyone at that club were so fucking trashed they wouldn’t recognize their own mothers, let alone some guy they’ve never even seen before.”Angela starts to feel hopeless and says “Please let me go, I’ll have sex with you, just let me go.”“I want to do a lot more than just have sex, bitch.” Marc tells her with an evil, toothy grin.Marc moves across the. A kiss on the beach at sunset, it means nothing; but somehow John’s cock and his heart remain unconvinced by his brain. Once again John does his best to push back against the demons of love and lust that bedevil his mind and his dreams. Since it’s dinner and a club John puts on nice slacks and a nice open neck linen shirt. He brushes his teeth and then nervously brushes them again. Why am I so fucking nervous he wonders, swilling mouthwash for the third time? John splashes on liberal amounts of.