Since the original story was posted I’ve found out just how small the world is; I had another guy contact me who was stationed there at the same tim.... He and some friends had heard the rumor that there was a younger foreign guy working as a prostitute at the Bamboo Bar. A guy that would take any sized cock and had taken 2 huge black ones. I had only taken one huge one, the other guy was what I’d call above average – about 9”, nice and thick. They had both worked me over pretty well and, I’d had. He glanced over at me at one point and smiled, so I guessed that maybe he was 'for it'. I don't guess I had ever 'made love' to a dude, it was always more just str8 up fucking, and usually for some benefit. But---I was gonna give it a try. I leaned over and began licking on his left tit. Ever so slightly a touch, and he shivered a bit form the sensation. Moving to his pit, I buried my nose in it's bush, and slowly breath in his masculine mansmell. Not too strong, but definitely man. Switching. I cannot remember what task had brought me into their marital sanctum but I quickly recognized the play room from my recurring dreams. Jane brought me a glass of lemonade. I thanked her. She smiled at me. I reached for a stool at the same moment she reached, bringing us for one instant too close. I could almost taste the tart heat of her breath as she lightly laughed. I kissed her. She moaned. I laced my fingers through her dark hair. “You’re mine,” I said. Her eyes. ”I closed my eyes and hoped he’d be one of these guys who came real quickly.I felt him grab me around the hips and pull my arse up a bit higher and then I felt his dick pressing against my pussy lips. He rubbed his cock up and down roughly against my labia, pushing the tip in a little and pulling it out again.“You’re a dirty little teenage whore,” he said and pushed his dick a few inches into me and then pulled it out again before repeating the movement over and over. His dick was fat and it.