I pulled into a rather convenient lay-by at the side of the road, bringing the car to a slow halt.“Get out and come over here,” she ordered, her v...ice forceful and demanding.I started to fold my cock into my jeans, her hand shot out to stop me.“No you don‘t, just get out of the fucking car now, and get over to this door. Leave your cock where it is,” she ordered.I opened the door and got out, my cock swinging wildly; I felt it contract as it hit the cold air. A car whizzed past in the opposite. My second reaction was to book a flight home, but air transportation to the States was already grinding to a halt. I was stuck in London for a while.I wandered the streets of London the next day, unwilling to enjoy myself in a city I really loved. That afternoon I saw a Middle Easterner walking toward me in a fashionable section of the city. He was well dressed in a western style suit. I thought I recognized him. I wanted to greet the man if I could just remember his name. He obviously didn't. Every day at the Gentleman’s club was a new adventure. The men would come to eat, drink and socialize. The waitresses were often fondled and fingered, but it would never really go on beyond a hand job. If the men wanted more, they would go to Miss Maggie, and she would procure someone to fulfill their sexual needs.If they were very special, Miss Maggie would take care of them herself. I learned a lot from her, how to please both, women and men alike.Many men enjoyed the exoticness of Irina. She. That changed when he took a deep breath before asking, "How can I move to California now? I thought my life here was over, but now I know it's not. I just can't bear the thought of not being near you, if you'll let me."That gave me a start, for sure, because as I explained earlier, one of the reasons I had chosen Jack for my lover was the fact that he was planning to move out there to be near his daughter and grandc***dren.I kissed him again to keep him from digging a deeper hole, and then.