I knew Paul,the gym owner was always bragging about how much action he got downstairs,so it made sense.I thought he meant cock though,as he was very c...mp.But each to there own.And he was very muscular,a benefit of owning your own gym,and maybe steroids.So I accepted,but told her I only wanted a massage.I almost regretted it when she came out from behind the desk.She was wearing a very short tartan skirt,and wool stockings up to her knees,and killer high heels.She looked down at my very. You're all a man could ask for." Well, remember that while I'm away. Don't even think about Julie." Don't be silly, Joan. She's just a child... she's a nice girl and anyway, she's your sister." Yeah... and I've seen the puppy dog expression she has when she looks at you. Just give her a hint that you want her and she'll spread her legs and let you pop her cherry. She's old enough." The sated woman reached out to stroke her husband's artificially hardened tool."That's an awful thing to say about. "Take off your wedding ring." That doesn't work. They won't think I'm single. My fingers are tan and you can still see where my ring was." That's okay. I want them to think that you are an overworked and frustrated married lady."Janice sighed and pulled her rings off and handed them to Tim. Then she turned and walked into the dark nightclub. She stopped and let her eyes adjust to the dim light. The bar was horseshoe shaped and was about half full. There were booths on two levels and a dance. She whimpered, revelling in her helplessness, knowing she was being forced to take his cock over and over, her ass sending all kinds of delicious messages about how good it was feeling. He clit throbbed in time with his thrusts, its pounding nearly overwhelming her senses as she felt her orgasm building between her legs. She sucked in great lungfuls of air as she took his every inch, the rising tide of lust swelling inside her and driving her closer and closer to the edge, his hard cock driving.