The man took me by the arm and gently walked me to a door marked “Guests”. “The Sistas are in there,” he said, “ and they finished their gig... They’re waiting for you”.“What do I do when I’m ready to leave ?”, I asked the nice man“I’m always here in the hallway and I’ll get you a cab”, he answered“They sang like birds”, he said, his voice quivering. “Please them”. He knocked on the door marked “Guests” and led me in. The three women were in the mist of washing and changing after their set. I. After 3 rounds of orgasms in succession, I was once again exhausted and depleted of fluids. I dressed, and readied myself to leave. Before I could exit, she chuckled and murmured, "Thanks again". She remembered me from the night before.I returned home feeling fully satisfied and accomplished. I reveled in my sexual high, lounging with not a care or concern in the world. I was happy. However, as that Saturday went on, it began to fade and fade to the point of melancholy. It was at that point. "Thank you, Christine. I think now is the time for me to correct a most grievous error and tell you something you need to know."She gave him a small, hesitant smile before she spoke."Very well, Erik. I am listening. What is it that you need to say?"He lowered himself once more to his seat next to her where together, they huddled to share in the warmth afforded by the cloaks."It is going to snow any day now. Oh, stop it! I am such a coward! Just tell her already," his own wandering thoughts. Her body is lithe like a sleek curving panther. When she moves even slightly he can see her muscles moving with the grace of a feline. Her breasts are sweet round, firm looking as he remembered them feeling. They are just a bit to larger then what would be called handfuls. Her breasts are deliciously capped with tight rose colored nipples. Both of which are erect just from him gazing on them. Her hips indent in giving her a curving hourglass figure models would die to have. Her ass cheeks are.