When the lobby expanded into a little place called the Club Tesla, local connections to America's jazz world proved kind, and Ella Fitztgerald and Sam...y Davis Jr. had been known to stop by. Eventually it became a strip joint, and the place's reputation, like much of Downtown, suffered. There were violent crimes associated with the place, and of course some Mob money.All that passed away with the Seventies. As time went on, those who kept the club and watched over it tried to play things clean. For me, sexuality is a private orientation, but it also can’t exist or thrive without permission. The only consent I needed apart from my own, was my parents’. Hesitantly, I asked for recommendations for a ther****t, one who would make sense of the ‘shift’. It wasn’t easy offloading my new-found leanings to friends, and doing it in front of a total stranger in the guise of a ther****t, unthinkable! Those tough, sometimes intruding, queries about my sexual history turned my life, as I knew it,. I ask Johnny if he is getting cold feet. He replies “ well...I can’t say that wasn’t a damn good time, but I don’t want any trouble either”. I assured him there would be none. She just needed to warm up to it and, let’s be honest. Two giant cocks destroying every hole is probably not her idea of a romantic evening. This was for me and that’s why she agreed. “ Let’s all take a break for a couple drinks, clean up, let her clean up and rest.” I told them. “The next act of this opera starts in one. What popped up shocked me. Two buxom womenwere beckoning, as the camera followed them into a lavishly-appointedbedroom, all pink and satiny. There, they stripped out of their skimpyoutfits and proceeded to make lesbian love so hot I'm surprised the lensdidn't melt. A big redhead was all over the more-petite blonde as theywrithed on screen. The redhead took out a strap-on, and proceeded to fuckher partner silly. I'd freed my erection from my boxers and was absent-mindedly stroking myself as.