“Take off all of your clothes and put on the robe and slippers. I will demonstrate the new shavers on you. Come out when you are ready,” Cindy sai.... I wasn’t quite expecting this, but I undressed and put on the robe and slippers. When I exited the changing room, I was surprised to see that almost all of the nurses had stayed for the demonstration. I also couldn’t help myself but I had a raging erection going on, and it was creating a tent with my robe. “Good. Clyde is now ready, so we can start. " A string of incoherent a****l sounds flies from his mouth as the waves of pleasure crash over him and take him away. I hang on for dear life, and I feel every one of those waves in my mouth. I know that even though he is away, lost somewhere in a universe of pleasure; he is also very much right here, right here with me, in me, becoming me. I've done this to him. He is mine. I swallow and there is more. I swallow again. There is still more. I swallow again, but a bit drips down my chin. I hold. Irene, the photographer, met her at the door. “Oh Grace, its so good to see you again,” she said as she hugged her. Grace noticed the erotically charged atmosphere as soon as she came in. Lights were dimmed. All the curtains were closed, creating an intimate atmosphere. Rhythmic music was playing while people in evening dress mingled. Grace didn’t see any familiar faces amongst the elegantly dressed crowd. She heard foreign languages. Some apparently came from overseas. People were also. Monday the nurse looked at my cock and said, ‘You’re good to go. Try to stay away from sluts.’ She was giggling when I left. My brush with venereal disease caused me to study a lot harder and I didn’t spend much time chasing coeds. Of course there were times at weekend parties when I was sorely tempted by the flash of a thigh or the revealing cleavage of one of these lovelies, but for the most part I avoided them. Occasionally I would get drunk and fall prey to one of them but for the most part.