They neared the female facilities and Bob hushed his little gang with fingers to his lips. They were fingers like hammer handles, massive, long and th...ck with knuckles like walnuts, scarred and dirty nailed, to fit with his burly six foot seven chunky dirty T shirt clad frame. His fists were like Christmas turkeys - such a size, his forearms battered and sculptedThey crept in silently, trainers quiet on the tiled floor, entering a still steamed up changing area, with many empty hangers apart. There were more than enough bedrooms to accommodate us. There also was a signup sheet, where we could record the numbers of the boys we wished to book for the next day and/or the day after that. All we need do was ensure that the boy’s number hadn’t been lodged by any other member—recording by his gold badge number—for the same day we wished to use a boy.The boys would be delivered to us and taken away when we were done with them.The boys had robes with sashes, but club members were permitted. It was an older man with an imperious air dressed in impeccable livery. He whispered in my ear that I should accompany him."Where?" I asked as I turned away from the group."Madame wishes the pleasure of your company for a private matter," he said in a faux English accent. "Please, she doesn't like to be kept waiting." Oh?" I said. "And I suppose you're Stepin Fetchit, huh? Well then, let's see what matter 'Madame' wishes to discuss."I motioned for Bernie to step away for a moment so I could. It was twitching. I had an urge that I can’t even voice at this point. Sylvia, “Now slide your fingers all over my pussy and feel everything so you will know where you are in the dark. Be very gentle” I didn’t think there could be much that I hadn’t experienced so far. So much for the assumptions of young boys in the tutelage of older women. She, “Now I want you to slip your tongue up and down the slit in my vagina” Oh my god, it was so slippery and it felt good in my mouth. The big lips had.