"They apply like the girls do and we bring them in for interviews and screen tests. We always have a few lady volunteers around for them to work with ...nd they give us their feedback on the guy's performance." That's an interesting job interview process," Pam said with a grin."Yeah, it's not like applying at IBM!" Janie replied with a smile.We all laughed at that thought."This overall process sounds like a production assembly line," I said."In a way it is." How many days a week do you shoot?". “Mind if I join you, Wilson?”He turned and looked up, surprised. A large man loomed above him, a man who looked enough like the late actor Burt Lancaster to have doubled for him in the movies. Wilson honestly wanted to be left alone, but it didn’t seem right to be inhospitable with someone on Christmas Eve. He was also curious as to who this guy was and how come he knew Wilson’s name. He gestured across the table towards the empty seat on the other side. The stranger sat down; even close up he. We just couldn't keep our hands off of each other. She teased me about being an exhibitionist and went so far as to bet that I wouldn't be able to make it to the basement before ravaging her. With talk like that, I was amazed to find her wrong. Before that, though, we spent our time in the living room touching thighs and biting ears. After a little over half an hour of tantalizing, "Oh god, I need to fuck her," thoughts, we finally made it into the basement.From the basement, she hooked her. Gradually I realized the dream was more real than I thought and the bursting part was my bladder not my male juice. I opened my eyes to find a brunette to my right, a dark headed latin to my left, and a dark faced black hared beauty between my legs. All three were on their knees leaning toward me. Their bare breasts were hanging loose. All were looking at me intently with big smiles while their six hands were playing with my dick, petting my stomach and thighs and squeezing my balls.I gazed in.