As unusual as a pole in a hotel room might have seemed, this room was not any old room. It had an essence of a sexual playground. Soft cheesy music wa... playing, as if taken from a porn movie. Not surprisingly, anyone in the room would be left with images of people fucking erotically.Further back from the bed was a spot where the dim light barely reached. A man wearing a business suit sat on a formal chair, as if waiting for a movie premiere to begin. Beside him was a small glass table, also. I heard Tim comment on Andrea's outfit and then I heard another male voice. I looked around the corner to see Tim had brought a friend. Andrea saw me and called for me to come in and greet her friends. I was embarrassed but I walked in the den. Tim said nice Christmas costume as he pointed to my caged little guy. He introduced his friend Mark to me. I asked if Mark was going to fuck Andrea too. Tim said yes, they had talked with Andrea and she wanted to do a double penetration for you to watch.. Sluts! His eyes caught hers before she looked away. In them he had a message. You had no chance.Calmly he continued. “Undo your shirt please. Right now I would just like to look at you.” Frank knew from experience how to get what he wanted. To cook a live lobster without a struggle, you simply turn up the heat slowly. Next would come the compliments. He waited for the third button of her gray-blue top to come undone, starting to reveal her flesh toned bra before he encouraged her further. “Yes.. Kind of. So I don’t have a problem with the whole gay thing. Kind of. But in his case, he’s like this huge contradiction. He’s big and hairy and beefy like me but the k** is SUCH a fucking cocksucker. He practically begged me to fuck him and what k** does that to his father? But, once the guys on the crew figured out the Boss’ son was a whore, it was only a matter of time before I had to join in. I mean ignoring the fact that your k** is a fag just makes it seem like you’re clueless. And.