Bob knew everyone there. He dished out five dollar bills like they were quarters. He grabbed the waitresses and stuck money in their g-strings. He was...a player but half making me sick, although I went along.One gal came over and asked me if I wanted a lap dance. Bob answered for me. "Hell, yes, he does," he said as he stuffed forty dollars into the gal's g-string.I smiled at her as she rubbed her ass all over me. Bob said he would be back in a few minutes, then he got up and walked. Little left. That’s it. That’s it. That’s it. That’s IT! That’s IT! YES! Right there! Right there! Don’t stop! Right there! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Gwen chanted. I leaned down next to Olivia and saw that her eyes were closed tightly and she was slowly flicking her tongue over Gwen’s slit.“Yeah?” I asked.“Uh huh. Uh huh. Oh that’s nice. Oh that’s nice!” Gwen moaned, nodding her head at me.“Good?”“Yes. So good. So good!” She replied.“Maybe you can return the favor.” I said. Gwen’s face went pale. Another common wish is for a partner who will go slow, take his time, and not try to get sex over with as fast as possible. And of course, size is a topic—not too small to fill them and please them, but not so big that sex hurts.In a lull in the conversation, Alyssa says, “A man who’ll go down on me because he enjoys it, and do it well.” All of a sudden, all the girls are talking again—and every one of them agrees emphatically. The smiles on their faces at the thought are almost orgasmic.. And even when I move my hands, sliding them down your abdomen to your vagina and begin to wash tenderly with the cloth, I am careful not to try to fully stimulate you yet.There is no difficulty in reaching around you because I am taller than you, and have long arms, so you like the feeling of having them wrapped around you, always feeling safe and warm in my arms. I also use the washcloth on your arms one at a time, going from shoulder to hand on each arm, deliberately and with attention to.