The lift came and just as she was pressing the button for the seventh floor the hypnotist from earlier in the evening stepped in with her. She rather ...elt she had to make conversation or at least say something ‘You were very good this evening, I’m told, I don’t really remember much!’ She had laughed. She could remember him saying, ‘No, Annabel, you wouldn’t’ but as she stood outside the lift on the seventh floor and the doors closed behind her she really couldn’t remember what else he had said,. I thought she just might rival my friends for raw sexual power. She was little fat and her navel was very deep and erotic. Really I was always more crazy about deep navel. My erection now had a third object to focus on. I thought I was the luckiest guy on the planet then. The four of us danced for an hour before the women decided that they were just too thirsty to continue. They all headed off the floor and to a luxurious table all by itself. A little brass plaque on the edge of the booth read,. I closed my eyes, bringing up a montage of images. The major diffidently shoving his pants down in the cabin, then standing over me like a pagan warrior. The major in the shower, his head thrown back in pleasure, water dripping down his body. The major in the dusky supply room, fully dressed but for his indecently opened fly and his— ‘Wright? Hey, they turned you loose.’ I blinked my eyes, trying to reconcile reality again. Bradford. He dropped down into the chair in front of me, setting his. I'd like to say that, that was the end of it. It would be so much less complicated if I'd just let things be, but that beautiful black body with that huge meat-log kept running through my mind. I just couldn't get Otis out of my thoughts.It's embarrassing to admit it, but being on my own that night (with my husband on his business trip) I masturbated to the fantasy of being taken by big tough Otis and his huge stiff meat-log. It took my breath away just to imagine that thing stiff and engorged.