" "You'd never know it happened, would you?" Henry asked. "Not really. All I really have left is this huge scar," and I leaned forward for them to se... it, "that runs from the top of one ear over to the top of my head to the top of my other ear, to prove it." I had to part my hair for them to see it though. I kept my hair in a medium style, just enough on top of my already balding head, to cover it. Not that it bothered me though. Hey, I'd managed to survive something that most people. I kept my hand between them to help keep him inside her. He thrust away for a very short time and then groaned and grunted and came, but there was hardly any swelling of his softish cock as he came. I still found it fucking exciting, helping a man more than 3 ½ times older than my friend to fuck her. The other guy in the room was clearly just a watcher. He never came near and just sat and wanked. I therefore fucked my girl for a few minutes and then took her to the far end of the rest area. ‘Put a little spot next to the seascape, please my dear. Your lady has convinced me to trust your judgement. I must go and negotiate with the gallery owner.’ ‘He fancies you,’ said Donna. Mind you, that doesn’t mean you’ve joined an exclusive club. Basically, if it's got tits and a recent heartbeat he fancies it.’ ‘You do wonders for my ego.’ Julian the gallery owner caught us as we were leaving. ‘Wont you stay for dinner? I’m taking Sheila and few others to the Ivy.’ ‘Sorry Jules,’ said Donna,. Each guy seemed to start drooling at that moment. Except the one non-gay. He looked puzzled. So didn't push it with him.So the guys would start bidding more and taking more risks. The they started paying me for little favors at the table. First one paid me a $5 to sit on his lap for a hand. Then another paid me $10 to "bless his cards for that hand by rubbing them with my dick. Then another paid me $20 to just lick the pre-cum out of his dick. And he had quite a lot. He was really.