The wonderful feelings that they gave me and how theysatisfied the cravings that I had had for my entire life. I heard theirmoans mixed with mine. I f...lt the physical feelings, yes--the hard heatin my mouth and pussy--but also the satisfaction of pleasing.Into my hand I felt the hot hardness that I loved so much. It was liketouching an electric fence. The world stopped and a jolt traveledthrough my body. I opened my eyes to see Charles standing in front ofme, towering over me, his hand over. “Worked here long?” I asked, as she got in step with me.“Long enough.” she replied, not seeming interested in small talk.“I like your hair.” I continued, “Wish my hair was like that.”“I’m not gay.” she huffed, and pointed up the stairs.“Neither am I.” I shrugged, and started up the steps.She followed behind me until we got to the top and she marched me down the corridor to the last office on the end. We passed Miss Bubble’s office along the way but her door was closed. I was a little. I got out of bed, and went to my dad and Susan's bedroom. I slowly pushed the door open, and saw Susan completely naked laying on the bed. She wasn't asleep, just laying there on the bed in the afterglow of sex with my dad. She looked up, and asked me "do you want my pussy?" By this time Susan and I were having sex a few times a day for the past three weeks, so the etiquette and foreplay wasn't always necessary, and we were more to the point with what we wanted. I was only wearing my underwear,. .they know who is on the prowl. Interestingly enough, I have prepared myself in the same way. I made sure to wear my thinnest, silk-like, but casual pants...you know, something that is there but almost feels like its not.Now, as much as I am used to this attention and am not surprised by it, I am always flattered and aroused by the glances that come from the prospective women as I make my way from the lobby to the lounge and dance room of the club. Typical bald, dark brown skinned, clean shaven.