They seem hesitant, and no damn wonder, he thought as the young women suddenly seemed bashful, refusing to meet his eyes.One blond, one brunette, and...one dark redhead, bordering on auburn. Pretty faces, nice figures, but maybe they're all a little thin. Plenty of good food will take care of that. Looks like someone took them to the PX, or went for them. They're all dressed in new jeans and tops. Crap, they're really pretty. Stop that you idiot, they don't need another lecher staring at. But still using just my thumb and forefinger. My breathing gets a bit raspier and my balls are beginning to tense up closer to my body. A sure sign that an orgasm isn’t too far off. I let loose of my cock momentarily, just to appreciate its steady throb. Thump. Thump. Thump. I begin again with almost the same method, only this time I keep my thumb just below the head, and I use my index finger to slowly stroke the underside. From the base all the way back to the crown. It doesn’t take long for. Maybe if I act more submissive he would like the control and dominance he is feeling and not feel so odd that I would soon be the instrument of his pleasure."Leslie, Go have a seat on the edge of the bed, please. Jimmy Will be along shortly."I entered the room and quickly made it to a mirror to freshen up my looks. "Not bad for your first day of whoring, Leslie," I said to the reflection in the mirror after giving it a wink.The moment I sat on the bed, the lights went out and the silouette of. ’ He didn’t like either name: the former sounded too much like hard ass, bra burning, rebellious women, and the latter as though he were collecting submissive women, which he insisted he wasn’t. He did, however, have our attention and was the focus for our love and lust – when we weren’t doting on each other.Two weekends after Mark gave rings to Melanie and Sheila, we had another ‘barbecue’ at his condo high above the city center. Besides the five of us – Mark, Cindy, Sheila, Melanie, and me,.