“Now it’s my turn, doll. You ready to suck the cum right out of my balls?” I nodded and started to crawl towards him but he stopped me with a wa...e of his hand. “Lay on your back again,” he directed. I rolled onto my back and to my puzzlement he picked up the flashlight. “You’ll want this in a minute” he laughed. Instead of kneeling over my chest facing me, he knelt over my face. He lowered himself just far enough that his balls tickled up against my lips. “Here’s the drill – you’re going to use. “You want me to go naked?!”“No,” she replied firmly. “YOU want you to go naked. You just can’t bring yourself to do it unless someone makes you.”“That’s not true,” I said defensively. Somehow it didn’t sound quite as emphatic as I intended it to be.“Oh, no?” she said with a wide smile. Then her face hardened and her voice got very harsh as she yelled out, “Strip! Now!”My hands acted on their own. Or at least I didn’t seem to be in control as my t-shirt whipped up over my head and my soft shorts. The orgasm slammed into me. My hand shot up and down my cock in a blur. The washcloth hit the sidewalk with a wet splat. My cockhead shone in the sun. The hole in the end swelled open and I could see down inside. My jizz pulsed and shot up the length of my erection, shooting straight out the end. The first blast smacked me in the mouth, surprising me. The second squirted in a long, slow arc up into the air, followed by another and another. I was a geyser, squirting white juice. "Yeah!" I heard. Business over. Fancy a club?”The club was not targeted for youngsters. We, Steph and I, fitted in with the bulk of the patrons: mature women, well-off mostly and less interested in ear-splitting music than conversation. At one point, Steph brushed against my coat which was hanging on a hook under the bar. She reached down and fished the heavy steel cylinder out of my pocket. “You feel the need to carry this?”“Can't be too careful.” Steph held it between finger and thumb then, pointedly,.