"Did you really jack off a guy at thirteen?" he asked."Yes but he was sixteen. I was trying to be more mature. That did not extend to giving him a blo...job," I said."Now you didn't tell me that part, how old were you when you swallowed your first cock?" James asked."If that is metaphorically speaking, then I was seventeen. Yes, it was even after I gave it up to a guy. I know they say girls suck, then fuck, but not in my case." I said honestly. "It isn't very romantic, when you put it that way is. "He had me the first week I arrived. He is fabulous in bed, and believe me he is HUGE!" We both laughed at this."He likes women with your colouring," she went on. "You would have no trouble getting him into bed. It would certainly be a lot better than the wimp you have with you!" We laughed again, as Adam's face went red."Talking of wimps," I continued. "What you recommend as an aperitif for mine?" How about a large glass of my piss?" she suggested."Can you manage?" I asked."No problem," she. I could feel their body along mine, two bodies along mine. Touching, fondling, kissing and licking. I tried to pull them closer to me, to press those bodies to mine, but something held me back. I was tied down. Damn. My women must have finally given in to their desires and decided to just take what they wanted. But why were there only two of them? Why couldn't I feel one of them? I opened my eyes and Carrie filled my vision."Wake up dear," she said smiling. She was happy that I had finally. Mr Turen was a smartly dressed man with much darker skin that suggested he hailed from one of the distant parts of the country. Attractive and, in sharp contrast to Pamuk, tall and slim, he exuded an aura of power that made me surprised he had so quickly complied with Pamuk’s summons.Beside him was his Deputy who he introduced as Yasmin. To my surprise she was a tall, very striking woman dressed rather severely in a Western-style skirt suit but with a neat scarf covering her head. I guessed she.