? And with that the Top pushed the sub back down the hall the mesh shirt man following. I sat down in the chair in front of his desk, noting the name ...late ?Master Sid?. This was crazy, my head in a whirl wind of thoughts. Is this real or a dream? He asked the basic questions, I answered them. My name is Josh & I live here, worked here, these are my skills, work history blah blah blah. That is when it turned interesting. The normal questions ended and the weird ones started. He asked if I were. The guys gave me a bit of a wind-up, but nowhere near the way the women teased me. "Pretty boy" soon became "Virgil", as I was called, to highlight my assumed virginity. They said they were running a guessing competition as to the dimensions of my cock, to be settled on Christmas eve. They egged each other on as to who would "take my cherry". Thirty-odd women, of all ages, tried their best to embarrass me, not in a hurtful way, but so as to entertain themselves with my embarrassment, but also. I bought Melissa her first vibrator too; the constant buzz used to put me to sleep at night.The last 'other' cock I could remember was that time in Vegas when Melissa brought some drunken bum back to the room. After he fucked her, I tried to give him a blowjob, but he was too soused to keep it hard again. His loss."Well done, boys. That was beautiful."The shock on their faces was laughable; two poor high school boys, stark naked, cocks shriveled, proud as peacocks for having just been two parts. They had made sweet, slow love well into the morning hours before the fell asleep. She smiled at the recalled tenderness they had shared. She rolled over and saw that Chase was already up. He was standing on the balcony with just his pants on casually leaning up against the rail watching the city come to life. She wrapped her robe about her and joined him, taking the mug of coffee out of his hands and taking a sip. ‘Good morning,’ she smiled up at him. He put his arm around her and nodded.