What can I say? Impressionistic art turns me on.He asked if I had ever visited a sex club, and was surprised when I answered yes."I don't mean a strip...club," he said, "I mean a real sex club."I told him I knew the difference between a strip club and a sex club."And you've been to one?" Manhattan is full of them. I went to one in a cinema on 44th St one wintery night during a snow storm. I sat in the audience watching women from various points in the theatre strip naked and pick on strange men,. Yunhee wantingly grasped the back of Jim’s transfixed head to perfectly dock his slobbering mouth over her obscenely swollen teat. Jim rested both hands underneath both heavy mammaries, whilst gently lifting and pressing the copiously laden glands; his tongue rapidly darting across the inflamed pap encouraging incessant whimpers from the exposed milk maiden. Jim instinctively drew in his robust cheeks as her humungous ample breast was hauled into his rampaging mouth; its helpless erect teat. " Yes Master," they both echoed before they stood up and went upstairs.I woke up in the morning on the couch with a blanket tucked around me and a pillow underneath my head. I guess I was more tired than I thought last night, but someone had taken care of me. I sat up and looked around, before heading upstairs.In the master bedroom, I found the two ladies sleeping naked on top of the covers. They must have fallen away from each other after sixty-nining each other since they were pointed in. " Then take it off." Zoe hissed at me and shook her head, but I squeezed her hand. "OK, sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." Sarah and Abi might go around in public without proper underwear on, but I am not Sarah, and I am not Abi." No, you are Zoe. But come on, let's just watch the film." Zoe sighed and relented, taking her bra off underneath her T-Shirt and putting it in her coat pocket. There was nothing sexual to it, and we just watched the comedy we had paid to watch. Zoe stopped sighing at.