A few blocks down from the hotel was one of the only sex shops around, a small hole in the wall called Danny's. Just like at the bath house.....it too... two or three passes in broad daylight before I could walk in without some blond girl being too close and giving me a weird look. I slipped inside and got some more cash out of the atm before doing a little more shopping. I managed to find a small mini (more like micro) skirt, a medium flesh cock butt plug, and a bottle of KY jelly. Unlike at the. Wefound semen from two donors all over Mister Duvall's body and on thebedding. We will assume that Mister Duvall is one donor but we won'twho the other donor is until we run the DNA. The second donor is anon-secretor," Bob Tanner began."Interestingly there was no sign of any vaginal fluids either on hisbody or in the bedding. We swabbed his penis and found only semen,lipstick, and microscopic faecal matter which suggests anal sex." Bobwas reading from a summary sheet so the women were. “Let me continue this massage.”“Hummm, you’re making this last, I like it.”So I straddle her thighs, unclasp her bra and resume my back massage but her ass has got a mind of it’s own by now and moves in small circles. When I put my dick in her butt crack she doesn’t move away, just lays there and I’m sure she’s thinking that this time, she will not be able to stop me and she doesn’t want to anyway. My dick slides up and down her butt crack, my hands are really massaging her back as she raises. I saw all eyes turn to me as I opened my bag."Please leave me alone," I asked kindly, although it didn't seem to deteranyone."*cough* sissy"..."fag"..."who's the gay guy?" I heard through muddledlaughter. They knew damn well why I was dressed this way, but I guess theprotection of the locker room gave them a bit of extra confidence to saysomething."Alright, yeah, I get it. I'm a spectacle," I coldly replied, to no onein particular. "You know damn well I'm not the first and won't be thelast who.