On the screen was another black man, one of very similar build to thenegro in the magazine. He too had a middle aged attractive, slutty womanhanging o...f his arm, caressing his muscular chest with her white hands,nails painted a very bright red. At her feet where two young girls, bothdressed in tight, white halter tops, revealing braless and underdevelopedchests. Around their waists were rucked up micro skirts, the daughter on theleft wearing a white one, the righthand girl wearing a hot pink. "It's a swingers club," he said."Sorry?" Sharon said in disbelief, "A what?" It's a swingers club," he laughed, "Where people swap partners and have orgies and things like that." I work at a swingers club?" she said."No, not at all," Vince said, "You work here in the bar and that's all you have to do." How long has the room upstairs been a swing club?" she asked."About three years," Vince said, "Happened by accident after a small group of them booked it out." What happened?" They couldn't help. We walked into the hall, and the couple kept on looking at my penis.“Good lord, Lata! Do you see the size of his penis? It’s like a mini anaconda hanging,” he said, with both an expression of humor and surprise.“Prashant! Don’t tease the boy,” said Lata.Everyone in the room had eyes fixed on my penis. Even Roja kept looking on my penis, with an expression of surprise. This was making me a little uncomfortable.“Still, you have to agree that he has a huge penis. The only lord knows how this poor. ’ Without rising from his knees Poppy crawled between his legs. He wanted to suck that sissy monster and swallow all its sissy cream. ‘But it IS a whopper Abigail. It goes all the way up your belly. It’s a lovely meaty thing as big as the Eiffel tower. Even Hard-dick-Hardwick hasn’t got one as big as yours.’ He always believed it did no harm to stroke a sissy’s ego as well as his stiff meat. Abigail was well aware that Poppy’s own penis was a match for his own, but while the faggot never used.