”“What?” I pouted, staring at the doors. “But we want to see the dildos.”“We looooooove sex toys,” Janet purred. “Just adore them.”�...�They make our pussies cum and cum,” Becca giggled, bouncing beside me.That drew the guard’s attention to her big, heaving breasts.He cleared his throat. “Still, parties that way. You’ll have to find dildos to play with somewhere else.”“Oh, that’s no fun,” I pouted as I placed my hand on the small of Becca’s back. “Can’t we do anything to persuade you to let us. And I still don't even know-I'm broken from thought by some kid shouting at me from down the hall, “Hey!” he says loudly as he approaches me, “I hear you're the guy to go to if you want some tiny dick!” he continues, loud enough for the half the people in the hallway to hear. This was a continuation of last week's incident, and the taunts obviously hadn't gotten any smarter.For those of you who haven't been following this series, last Friday a dickhead named Devin decided to pants me while I. "Perhaps I could be of..." Only years of training kept my jaw from hitting the pavement. "Ah, I could... May I be of some assistance, Miss Loren?"One of my basic rules: Always call an older woman "miss" if you hope to bed her. First, it flatters her. Second, even if she is married, you don't want to remind her of that.You'll note how this self-training kicked in automatically even though I certainly had never prepared for meeting Sophia Loren.She is, of course, the most beautiful creature God. “My oh my, what do we have here?” she asks.“I am the powder room attendant ma’am.”The woman, wearing a very low cut top and showing a lot of cleavage, hikes up her skirt, pulls down her panties and quickly turns to sit on the toilet. “Please wait ma’am, I haven’t as yet wiped the seat for you…you arrived so quickly after the last guest.”“Oh yes, of course, please hurry with your tasks.”As the attendant bends to wipe the toilet seat, the woman, suddenly presented with his bent ass before her.