For the first time James had some inkling of what was happening."Prick sex," thought James. "They're serving prick-sex."It had been something of joke ...n the coffee bars with his work mates. The prick-seizers they were called; almost mythical women that broke all the rules and sought out sex with men in ways that no one dared any more. They wanted penetrative sex with men on the serving end; vaginal sex and anal sex with cocks; fellatio; even hand-on-prick sex. It wasn't actually illegal but it. Eyes screwed tightly shut. Al lifted my bottom up so that my head and shoulders rested on the mattress and the rest of my body was raised and accessible. I winced as Al parted my arsecheeks. The plug was buried deep and I heard him spit on his fingers. Kneeling on the bed beside me, Al gently probed my anus. As he dug deeper, my flesh felt like it was crawling. My muscles were gripping it tightly and if he pulled it too sharply I was going to get cut. He told me to take a deep breath and. .. well ... just a little weird. Do you know what I mean?”“Yeah. Very empty feeling. How can I be so horny for you afterward?”“I think we both know. I vote we never do this again. I want you here with me. What do you think?”“It was worth a try, but I’m with you. I’m done with that experiment.”That Thursday and Friday were late nights for her, so we arranged to talk before the hospitality suite opened at 6 PM. It was 7 PM my time, so she called early enough to give us an hour before she had to. The trip continued without event until the next intersection. This time the light was green and, to the American’s dismay, the cab driver brought the vehicle to a grinding halt. Unable to contain his astonishment, he turns to the driver: “Listen” he says “when you went through the red light, I didn’t say anything. But, why, in heaven’s name, are you stopping at a green light?!” The Israeli driver looks at him as if the American was deranged: “Are you crazy?!” he shouts. “The other guy has a red.