Why? “I’m a good customer,” he reasoned with himself out loud. “I don’t ask for credit. I am always prompt and I’ve never caused a ruckus....Until now!”The entire drive to the Brothel, Steve was on auto pilot stewing over the injustices that had been heaved upon him. It was late afternoon when he thumped on the heavy brothel door. Charles the doorman, not yet in his uniform opened the door. Steve barged past the old man demanding to speak with the Brothel Madam. The angry voice brought the. "When I'm done with her, you're going to beg to be fucked too." You wouldn't dare! You filthy cretin. Do you really think I'll allow you to manhandle me that way!?" Yes you will, and you'll like it too."He bit back the anger he'd started to show. It was his own fault, not taking the time to more completely take the other woman's mind. Just for fun, he sent ecstatic jolts shooting through the snarling woman.Like her daughter had reacted in the same role, she blurred into a sensual haze. Her eyes. At the partyMegan and John’s home is huge, situated on a large, wooded lot with a pool and hot tub behind the house. Due to the heat of the day, however, all party-goers were inside, relishing the cool air conditioning. Megan embraced us with hugs, then led us into their large family room where John was acting as bartender. He greeted us warmly, introduced us to an attractive couple at their built-in bar and took our drink orders, an on the rocks Glenlivet for me, and a Bombay gin gimlet for. Caught between the warm skin of my hip and the band of my shorts, my dick rubbed and twitched, threatening to explode. I stopped at the foot of the bed and took a deep breath, hoping the pause would help me gain control, but the smell of his body flooded my nose and sent a wave of pleasure from my balls up to the head of my dick. I held my breath and waited. When the wave receded, I moved to the closet and carefully pulled a towel from the top shelf.I studied the floor as I walked down the.