“Was he going to fuck her right there?” I wanted to yell. “That’s enough!” But I couldn’t make the words come out. I just positioned my...elf so that I could see what was now taking place. Two of them positioned themselves so that no one entering the bar would see what was going on. The third man was sitting on the bar stool to the right of Susan. His belt hung loose. He then slid one thumb behind the button on his pants and pushed it free. Slowly he slid his zipper down as he looked at my. I started to feel my pulse racing and I knew my dick was starting to pay attention to things like the shape of her pretty boobs and the nice shelf on her buttocks that defied gravity."You know I am allowed to do private dances for the paying customers if it is not busy. Besides, Dolly over there in the toy department can fill in for me if you are interested."Her sales pitch was excellent and the fact I already had an excited rod inside my shorts was enough for me to finish off my second cup of. With her back to the wall, she could only imagine what he was doing, but something made a quiet beep and then there were more subtle noises. Listening carefully, she imagined a key turning, a hidden latch clicking softly. That was her best guess. Some sort of hidden wall vault? Finally, he told her she could look. She’d been half-right. Where before there had been nothing but wall there was now a doorway, the section of wall, opening up into another room. Intrigued, it took little coaxing to. The bad news was that he was fucked. He had been fucked, and now he was well and truly fucked. Was he even a man any more? Had this turned him into a queer?He had gotten together with Cheryl, trying to erase the shame of what had happened to him. It was no damn good. When he touched her, he felt somehow tainted, unclean, unworthy to press his lips against hers, to join with her in the flesh as he had so many times before. He just couldn't get aroused. Even holding her from behind, pressed close.