I had turned him down on the offer three or four times in the past. But now I trusted him. After those few times we met in his midtown hotel room whil... he was traveling.I didn’t feel as awkward as when he had first met me and we had a crazy afternoon/ evening of super-fetishy sex- stockings, garters, heels, bondage, lots of cock-sucking (mostly me devouring his huge dick - more about that in a moment) and the shivery thrill of having a man unload his balls onto my stocking feet just broke a lot. I was a little taken aback. That must’ve taken a lot of nerve. And you know, I’ve read enough this week, so if you’re still game for a movie, I’d love to come. Is your offer still open?”“Well, yes, of course.” Paul beamed as the elevator arrived and he made no move to get in. “I er, I’m Paul.” He held out a hand to her.“Stacey.” She shook it. “Let me get a coat and I’ll be with you in a minute.”Paul watched as she got into the elevator, smiled widely at him and. I DON'T want to reach down and feel that unwelcome extraneous appendage! But I digress. Back to my NICE dream. What would I do when the time came to give up the V card? I guess I would have to ask a girl friend to use a prosthetic on me. God made toys just for such things, and before I would ever want an organic remedy I would rather make use of the wonders of modern mechanics. I think it's really sexy to watch two girls with a double headed dildo. Maybe a special friend who was of the. An interminable amount of time passed as I reexamined what I knew, what I’d heard, and what I’d seen.Slowly I turned to Heather, putting everything I had into getting control of my insides. It took a while, but I finally was able to speak again.“Tell me, please. I know you can’t explain, not for real, but try. At least give me that much.”“I can’t. You know I don’t believe in hints.”I gaped at her. “Hints? Come on, Heather, this isn’t some treasure hunt! This is my fricking sanity at this point!.