” “Well today I’m gonna make you. It’s time you moved on from Sally.” You wince at the mention of your ex-wife and glare at Ben. He shrugs h...s shoulders at you with an apologetic smile. You both know that being hung up on your ex-wife is unhealthy. “Come on man, I’ll go get my surprise for you, you stay right there, I’ll bring it here... You’re going to love it.” Ben backs himself around the corner holding up his hands for you to stay put. The mischievous grin back in place. You sigh to. This room turned out to be the BDSM room. In the room there were about 5-6 couples. One woman was tied naked to a wall and a male was flogging her. BDSM is not really my scene (except for giving a woman a good spanking when she needs it) but, I stayed and watched for a while. After getting my fill of the BDSM room, I decided to check out some of the other rooms. Down one hallway was a bunch of rooms that just had enough space for a bed. Couples could go in and close the door behind them (No fun. Often they felt small but frightening vibrations under their feet from time to time. They held onto the arms of the good looking males which caused an arousal in the males. They were guided to an ice cream store where all four had chocolate sundaes. They laughed at all of the boys awkward jokes as if they heard them for the first time. The young men beamed thinking they were witty as the girls giggled at almost everything they said. Michelle and Melissa liked them enough because they were. At twenty-five years of age I was far more sexually experienced than other men of my age. By then I had learnt much to my satisfaction that some men and women were prepared to pay for my services - and I do love flaunting my cock and the reaction I get from both males and females. One older lady convinced me to set up a web page with contact details and a bio so I could offer my services. She even measured my cock with a tape measure she ‘just happened to have handy’ while I had a full.