It all started as a regular crazy Friday night at that small club downtown Montreal it’s was a pretty exclusive club either you where a member or yo... paid the outrageous cover .it was one of my favorite club to work at but since it’s was often the same member girl where not to work their very often so I was on my best behavior believe me .Their was that one couple probably one of the very few couples their that night . Their where sitting at the VIP table right in front of the stage .as the. Both turned to face the end of the bed and their eyes widened. There before them was a beautiful bedpost shaped smoothly and rising from the bed about twelve inches. Its grooves were cut smooth and its wooden thickness about two inches around. Both turned to each other and smiled."Ohhh Sam this will be perfect. We can take turns fucking it." She knelt next to the bedpost gauging its width and length.Elle ran her fingers over the smooth surface. Samantha moved behind her reaching around to cup. “Just like they need to get used to the idea of putting their hands and maybe even their mouths on a penis, you need to get used to the idea that lots and lots of men are going to want to fuck them. They’re not going to get to fuck them, but they’ll want to.”“I’ll never get used to that idea,” groused Bobby. “It’s not fair.”“You want to do that to us, don’t you?” asked Julie. She was really glad things had slowed down. When her daddy put her hand on his big, stiff cock, her mouth had said. He turned to watch her as she still sat on the toilet and saw the flame of humiliation seep into her face. "Do you have to...?" Callie said sullenly cutting off the nasty name she wanted to call him with difficulty.Padraic chuckled, "You bump and grind and fuck anyone that can pay the price and you act all pure and innocent here with your Uncle Paddy? I can pay. How much do you want to watch you pee, little hooker?" He was enjoying her humiliation immensely, knowing it eroded the small bravado.