The Buffalo had around ten sporting ladies, a step down in quality from the ones across the street. Not that I didn’t indulge myself upstairs from t...me to time. Bisbee wasn’t surprised that I paid his whores — word had spread around town about that particular quirk. Turning down free pussy in order to pay for it. The working girls appreciated it though, that much I was sure of.When I posted my rules — Flint’s Rules — at the Buffalo Cut, I got a little more pushback from some of their regular. The hair on his chest went straight down across his belly and crotch and down his legs. He was a real furball. I was even more turned on seeing his dick. It was about 6 inches and thick, even soft. He was uncut and had really nice bush around his dick and big fat balls. I turned to him and said, “How did you manage to keep your foreskin?” He just laughed and said that out in the country, they don’t always cut it off. I said, “You’re lucky, I didn’t have a choice.” He looked at my dick. I tell him the problem and in a matter of time he started fixing the prob. In the meanwhile I asked him if he would like to have something to drink, a coffee or a tea, he went for a coffee, black no sugar please. I come back after few minutes with two big mug full of nice Italian coffee, so he takes a break and we starting chatting a bit about what he was doing in order to fix my shower. it didn't take long before we started swapping topic and some how I asked if he used to work for my. She reached down and rubbed me through my jeans. “My turn” she whispered as she stood up, her open dress hanging from her shoulders. I sat there and she knelt in between my legs, unbuckling my belt and then unbuttoning my jeans, pulling each side of the zipper apart. Tonia smiled even more when she realized that I went commando when I wore jeans. I lifted my hips as she tugged my jeans down and off. She looked up at me smiling as she took me into her hand and began to gently stroke me. .