The male brain chemistry is different and would require much higher doses. Then, it would require testing on a male subject with the chance of causing...brain damage if it did not work correctly.”“I was just thinking, it might be a way of enhancing male membership of the club with men unwilling to let their wives and daughters becoming club sluts,” Tim said.“It is food for thought; but for now, I say stick with what we’ve got,” Frank replied.“I agree,” Mark added.A few days later, on a Saturday. So there I lay, naked from the waist down, a hot cock in my mouth, and my cock being stroked by a hot soldier. Any inhibitions I had were now gone. Shawn removed his throbbing meat from my mouth and moved behind the chair. He lifted me up at the waist and positioned me so my ass was in the air and I was bent over the back of the seat. I felt something warm and slick being spread around my asshole. The anticipation was killing me. Shawn had fucked me on several occasions before, and I knew his. I didn't want to say anything to her.I was just remembering how different she'd been the previous night when we'd had sex. She'd been far less enthusiastic than usual and I'd simply chalked it up to biorhythms or tiredness, but I realized then that she'd probably known even then that she was going to run this bullshit on me even then.Her heart had belonged to this asshole a full twenty four hours previously, but she'd given me some kind of halfhearted mercy fuck for old-time's sake.I got myself. Ernest`s strange sense of humour shone out from the house nameplate, No1 Lettice B Avenue! She led him into a lovely kitchen all polished oak and leaded windows, not a thing out of place and the smell of a cottage pie wafting round the room like some lovely perfume. It was so different to the place he usually called home and the woman that he knew his mate Ernest was now ‘enduring’, oh sorry, settling himself into, he had to chuckle! She poured him a cold beer and they sat at the table the.