Rachel, if I could or if I would have the nerve to walk in public with a young stud like this, I would be in seventh heaven”Both Mary and Sue, a for...y-ish thin and tall light skinned black woman, concurred thanking Rachel for introducing us and then joined the party.To be honest, I was very much enjoying this, the implication of being a gigolo and stud status. Rachel cruised the floor while I strutted like a rooster at her side and as we sampled more and more of the champagne our motions became. I said as I waived her in. She produced half a grin, and said Thank you sir. My name is Danni. Well come on in Danni…and its just Steve. My mind was already plotting my tactics. I could just gag and fuck her right there, but I knew she was going to be easy. I could already see she was unpopular, no self esteem, and a little homely looking. This is the kind of girl that is easily groomed for my purposes, no violence needed this time around. I told her where the bathroom was and to leave her. “Can we get going then, Daddy? I want to have as much time there as possible.”“Okay, baby, let's go.” I sighed, thinking of heading back into the traffic once again that afternoon.I picked up both of our bags and headed to my car putting the bags in the boot; I opened the door to reduce the heat before I got in. Amy bounced out of the house wearing a loose fitting vest top and a pair of high cut-off jeans. Her mousy blonde hair came off her shoulders as she came to the car. This was going to be. Beyondthat was the rows of toilet stalls, and finally the last one.The stall door creaked as it opened revealing Camille, her arms spreadand pressed against the walls. Her shirt was gone now and her breastshung open to the air, her nipples like little chocolate drops, dark andinviting. I stepped inside and she pushed the door shut behind me.As she held the door closed with one hand she used the other to unzip herpants. I could feel the lump in my throat descend into my stomach intime with.