I knew if I stroked my cock even once I would blow my load. I went into the kitchen and got some ice water, drank it, then I put some on a paper towel...and wrapped it around my cock. Matt walked in, saw my cock wrapped in the cold paper towel and said, “where did you learn that trick?” “Amsterdam” I said. The prostitutes would do this if you didn’t want to cum so fast. He proceeded to do the same. After a few minutes of telling Matt about Amsterdam we walked back into the living room to find Kat. I noticed a bunch of subs in the front whispering to each other. Graphix made her way over to them and whispered something to them. They then looked over at me and winked, giving me the encouragement I needed to get through the next few minutes.After a woman, who introduced herself as "Pandora's Box", called the assembly to order, she turned it over to Rilawild. He would announce the new Performers. He rattled off about 20 new names. One name in particular caught my attention, as it was. You slip out of bed and into your clothes, a black cloak over some brown leather common clothes. You lace up your boots and head downstairs into the kitchen, where your mother has set out breakfast for the family. Nothing special, just a few eggs scrambled with goat cheese, and your father and sister are already at the table, devouring them voraciously.Your father is burly, with a rough beard and hair to match. He is still in his underclothes, his broad hairy chest poking through the thinness. That woman was a Brazilian and was going to Uganda. She was a Brazilian and mistook my looks for a Brazilian. We smoked together and then she left for her bus.I still had a few hours to spend. I went to a medical shop and bought a pack of condoms, just in case I needed it. The shopkeeper also tried to sell me a vibrating vagina sex toy, which I bought after giving me a good discount.I was eager to try it but could not find a place. I spent the rest of my time at a restaurant.The bus was quite.