Her gaze was soft, and her hand brushed through my hair, pulling me down for another kiss."Feeling better?", I asked after the kiss ended."Much...", s...e said, leaning up to continue kissing me.Alone for the first time, our kissing turned erotic, passionate, our hands straying over each other as our mouths plied against one another. Without realizing it, my hands had moved to her breasts, lightly cupping them as my thumbs brushed against her nipples. She responded immediately, moaning slightly. All the male teachers, including ma old friend Charles were lined up behind the whore-house to buy some whores. Hey, Charles, I exclaimed! YO! He shouted back at me. I smiled with pleasure at being addressed with respect by an older member of society. I lined up the whores, who were dressed in revealing clothes and high-healed shoes. The guys payed by 20 dollars each. Normallly whores would cost more, but since Im a kid, I earn less money. Its the Murphys law of kids trying to do business. It. Now... he just wasn't so sure anymore. He was... discontent, with his choices. He couldn't help wondering... what if? As Brad drained the last of his buttermilk he checked the clock. It was almost 7pm. Debbie and the kids would be just getting into Atlanta. They had left early that morning on a trip to visit his mother and father in law. Brad had to stay behind to finish up a project he was in charge of. He had gotten done at 2pm that afternoon. Had he told them to wait he could have gone. Marsha, you are to examine the ten cocks you will see in front of you and you must choose one of the men behind the curtain to have sex with you, making that choice solely on the basis of his cock. You are not to speak to the men. This is not the 'Dating Game'. Remember, you are not choosing the man you are choosing the cock. To help make your choice you can touch the cocks, stroke them or even suck on them but you must not try to peek behind the curtain or talk to the men. George, you are to.