Johnson was already there and seated in a back corner. As he had requested, I was wearing a very sexy, short mini-skirt and a loose fitting blouse wit... no bra. He saw us arrive and waved us over. Mr. Johnson was professionally dressed, about 6'3" tall, muscular, attractive, and bald headed. We introduced ourselves, sat down, and Mr. Johnson ordered us all drinks. He asked me to sit next to him and I did so. At his request, I wore a loose fitting white blouse with no bra, and a short black. What should I do?". I blurted out."Come on in and shut the door this time. I want you to sit on my cock, that picture has made me hard, hell, it would make any man hard to see two naked pussies touching. Damn, that photo could go into Playboy's center fold it's so good, how did you do it, no, answer that later, when your mouths not so full".I shut the door as Matt dropped his jeans, his cock was hard and sticking straight out. He did not even get his legs out before I was on my knees on front. Setagainst one wall, a doorway lay wide open, with a hallway beyond. It wasn't the nicest hospital James had ever been in, but itwould pass muster. James turned his thoughts back to the last memories he had. Herecalled drinking. Actually he remembered drinking quite a bit. Hehadn't driven or anything, had he? It took a moment before James remembered writing his suicidenote. He sighed inwardly, realizing he must have fucked that up too.Can't he do anything right? It was obvious what had. Again, no questions or concerns, only more graphic pictures for him to use when he masturbated. In the very recent months, he now had been asking for High Society magazine. Although these were slightly more expensive than the others, there were always one or two more female layouts within the magazine. Of course, the photos of these women in most cases left nothing to the imagination.As he stood over the toilet with his dick in his hand, at that moment he wanted so badly to see these women he.