"What? It was really hot. Besides, it felt good." Letting someone lick your ass?!" Yeah! You're telling me you've never let a guy lick your ass?" It n...ver crossed my mind, no."She looked at me cheekily and then resumed looking through his profile page. At that moment, dirty thoughts began to play in my head. My sexual urges were going mad. I wanted this girl so badly." ... You really haven't had your ass licked?" No, I haven't."Denise re-positioned herself so that she was on her knees beside. When Mary got back to the bathroom,I had it cleaned up, except for poor Cindy. “Let’s gether cleaned up,” I said and bent over to grab hershoulders. Mary tried to get Cindy’s legs, but shecouldn’t do that and hold the blanket around her both. First the blanket would slip, exposing her breasts tome, then she’d grab the blanket and drop Cindy’s legand so forth. “I already saw you last night, so youmight as well drop the blanket,” I told her.. After our last straggler had arrived, Bryon came out from wherever he had been lurking, but he was not alone. With him was a tall slender woman of about our age (about thirty), even at first glance she grabbed our attention, and in an instant I knew what all this was about.Her name was Faith; she was a singer, a high soprano, also of operatic inspiration and training, who had seen last night's Baltimore show, loved us and wanted to get her foot in and see if we were in the market for a backup. Every couple of months they find someone brand-spanking-new who ‘just has to try’ so they plug her in my spot. Unless she has skill it’s a couple of minutes during which guys get to go to the bar. If she’s got skill?’ She shrugged. ‘Most of the porn-stars-pretending-to-be-dancers end up leaving in a huff one way or the other anyway. At least this way they discovered talent out of it.’ She looked him up and down, eyeing his faded jeans, mangled ‘rock band t-shirt’ and torn trench-coat. ‘We’ll.