Mostly, the conversations were about the scarcity of decent jobs or where to find the most willing whores. However, I did hear a couple of interesting...tidbits.The first was a plot for a train robbery, but the two men talking were very drunk and the plot they hatched up could never work, which I was sure that they would realize as soon as they sobered up. In fact, they were so drunk that I doubted that they would even remember the plot at that point.On the other hand, four men were carefully. Whenever I am turned on for a long period of time I always start to ooze pre cum. It was running down the side of my thigh. I felt really naughty.I knocked lightly on his door and it opened very quickly. There he was, the guy from the profile picture. He had on a pair of tight jeans, and a button up shirt that was mostly open. He smiled and welcomed me into his room. He pressed his finger to his lips and said "SHhhhh, we have to be quiet."He explained that he was there on business, and. One night at our holiday party she cornered me and started asking me all types of personal questions. She made a few comments that I knew she made to get a message across. Then one night at an after work gathering she told me she was in a very creepy mood and that she wanted my number. I had a buzz going and said sure why not. She sent me a couple of drunk texts that night trying to get me to get dirty. I didn't really take the bait that night, but a couple of weeks later she texted me and I. The kiss turned more passionate the longer we embraced together. My lips parting as her tongue guided it's way inside of my mouth, swirling around and connecting with my own. Her hand caressed across my chest, making it's way down to my cock as she slipped her wet fingers upon it. Grasping a little tightly as she began to slowly jerk me off. After a few more lingering kisses and tongues slipping against each other, she pulled her head away.I turned my head to find Julia's turning towards me,.