I went to the bar to get a drink of water and noticed there was quite a bit of money appearing in the tip jar. While I was drinking, one of the cuter...girls, still dressed, came over and started to visit and hold my cock while she talked. She didn't exactly jerk me off, she just kind of held it and moved her hand around just a little bit, it felt really good, and so hot to be doing this. Just before she walked away she told me that what she was doing was rubbing my precum into my cock, there. A valet runs up to the black Lincoln and opens the door. ‘Welcome Sir.’ He says as the two men step out. The driver hands the valet a ten and looks over to Lewis, walking towards them, and gestures for the men to follow him. Lewis stands waiting in front of a large blue wood door and as he opens it the music from inside pushes its way out. The two men drop their heads in sync and walk behind Lewis. A six foot five bald black man towers over them, looks at Lewis and the two men standing behind. I walked into Starbucks, looking around when a 6'8" black guy came over to me and said "Hi. I'm Bobby."Holy shit! He was all muscled up and much darker than Chris. But, I could see why Chris liked this guy. He had a smile that lit up the room. I introduced myself and we went and sat at a table outside. We did all the customary small talk. He told me how he and Chris met and started "being together" and that he, too, was bi. Needless to say, I was getting turned on by this guy. He started. A couple of them are crotchless." Really? Under those...work dresses?" You can say it. They're boring, right? I told you why." Oh, right. Yeah, I get it. I just think it's kind of wonderful that you're wearing a protest vote down underneath. I love it." I'm not the only one," Joan said. "You'd be surprised at who amongst our coworkers is wearing sexy lingerie. I won't say which woman it is, but there's one on our floor who doesn't wear panties under her dresses at all. Ever. We k** her about.