Jenny could tell from the foreign accents — American, English, French, Slavic, German, and even Scottish – that this was an international crowd, n...t just Aussies. It was also a very handsome crowd. The men were of all ages, but uniformly good-looking and in shape. The women were younger, for the most part, but several were older and, as the expression goes, ‘well-preserved’. Marie Antoinette was an attentive hostess, gently leading Jenny by the arm and introducing her to one group or another,. “I’m bored already. Let’s play a game,” Chad ventured. “Let’s talk about what we would do if we were gay.”“Okay, Chad, you go first,” I replied.A moment later: “I know you’re not gay, but If you were gay, would you want to have sex with me?” Chad asked.“I’m sure I would,” I answered, “You have a nice body and are very sexy. Would you want to have sex with me?”“Yes,” Chad said, “I bet you’d be a real stud, a real daddy.”“Okay, Chad,” I said, “I like this game, but this has to be our secret. You. And as all of them were totally bereft of any pubic hair, their breathtakingly magnificent sex tools were displayed in all their glory to an audience of naked gay young men, who just went wild, salivating with the anticipation of what was to come.For many members of the audience, it appeared that just the act of looking at the Alpha Males on stage had induced what was akin to an oral orgasm of saliva, as many guys watching were literally just drooling at the mouth with the thought of what was. As disgusting as it seemed she would have to make him come before he wanted to fuck her, that way she would still fell as if she had been faithful to her husband. Summoning up all her courage she stood and began to remove her clothes until all she wore was her pink chanel varnish on her finger and toe nails. Good he said I knew youd come round. You married white sluts are all the same. An inferior little husband who trusts you and loves you, while you go out flirting with real men. Now…Im going.