When brought to the parlour, they would mostly like me to slowly take off my clothes. They would closely examine my breasts and my pussy, sometimes my...tight asshole, but that was off limits according to Miss Maggie.“Your virgin asshole is to be kept for a very special occasion,” she would inform me.I generalize the men, but they were very consistent. They would stare at me naked with lust in their eyes. Then, pull out their cock and play with it. If they were soft, I would stroke them, or suck. "Nice," was all she said, though her eyes said even more. I had never considered myself more than average, and according to all the statistic's I'd ever read on the subject, I was ... though somewhere on the better end of average if you wanted to see it that way. Obviously, she did. Though at the moment, I felt as though I was sporting a foot long hot-dog. "Would you mind terribly if I touched it myself for a while before you finish it off on me?" She asked."Be my guest," I said excitedly, damn. “How is Moe and Paulie?” She asked.Peter cleared his throat. “They are doing well.”“As a matter of fact, Moe found the love of his life.”Kay spun around with a smile on her face. “I am so happy for him.”“Us too. They plan on getting married next month.”Kay was shocked. Her jaw dropped. “You’re kidding!”“Nope.” Sal smiled.“He wanted us to personally come here and hand you the invite.”“Well of course, of course I will go. But why did he send you and not come himself?”“They are getting married in. I could go get something for you in town, and then we could both go and see if we can't help you find your way home." I'm so sorry to trouble you," Karen apologized."It's nice to have some company. I don't see many folks out here. Shouldn't take me more'n an hour or so if I ride hard. You be okay by yourself for that long?" I... I suppose I must. I certainly can't go with you like this."Ken nodded his head in agreement, "You really shouldn't be up much until those toes heal right, either..