He had to be 6’, 240 lbs, and completely solid. When he was there he was always the biggest guy and you could feel the sense that he knew he “own...d the gym”. If he wanted a piece of equipment and you were using it, you moved. When I would catch him looking I’d always think he wanted what I was working on, so I’d ask but he never wanted it.One day when I was doing squats he kept looking at me but never wanted the rack I was using. I just kept doing my routine and noticed that he kept. The madam assured me that all of her whores were top quality, and I would be happy with any one I chose. All of the whores were bored and eager for a customer, so all 12 put on a little performance for me in the line up to entice me away from the other girls. I told them, "Ladies, y'all have got me so stirred up that my balls are about to bust! I can't decide on which one of y'all to choose, so I'm going to close my eyes and point. Whoever I point to is the one I choose."This produced a lot of. ..And then I don't know what happened. Suddenly we were on the floor, rolling around on the carpet, making out, her wrapped around me tight, skirt bunched up around her waist. She rolls on top, straddled me, softly grinding on my instantaneously rock hard cock, rocking back and forth, moaning. I was working on her shirt, which finally came up to reveal a huge lacy bra like a fucking straight jacket: I later learned those breasts were double e's or f's something, and special gear was required. That is so sweet, Gil. I’ll be there shortly, bye-bye.” Twenty minutes later, Bianca buzzed me from the lobby. When I opened the door to let her in, my cock twitched again. She was wearing a pastel blue, skin tight, one piece mini-dress. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were proudly on display. They weren’t as perky as I remembered, but the little sag in them didn’t take away from how sexy they looked behind the tightness of the dress. Her legs were bare, I wondered.