I got up and wandered back to the bar, where I caught hell from the guys."Way to play hard to get, Bandit," laughed Billy."If she had pulled out a hoo..., I believe you'da jumped through it."I got the nickname because my real name was Jesse James. My dad picked it, saying he admired his Robin Hood ways. I looked him up once. He is recognized by many historians as the first recorded criminal sociopath in American history.I didn't care why. I didn't care how. I just cared she'd chosen me. But I was. "Umm so good." I moaned still with my eyes shut not knowing he was there. By this time Roger was ready to go again as well and I didn't hear him approach. The next thing I knew, Rogers fat cock was stuffed in my mouth and both of his hands were behind my head bringing me deep down on it. I fought it a bit at first but he demanded I relax. When I got to his balls I gagged and tried to push away. He just pulled me in that much harder. "Keep stroking your cock!" He barked out at me. I obeyed. I. ” I did and heard her scurry around for a moment. “You can turn around now.” She was wearing a pair of bright red shorts and a tee shirt. She was lying on the bed. She said, “Now, take off your coat and tie and come here.” I did joining her after kicking off my shoes, too.We were almost frantic in our kissing. At one point, I realized I had my palm on her breast. There was no bra just the thin tee shirt covering it. I froze for an instant but, before I could move it, she held it in place. Over. ..a real...personal...question?uhh..ok..sure...I guess...(no idea where he was going with this...but being a horny curious young boy...I was interested)well..ummm...he looked back at ceiling...as he spoke so softly almost whispering)have you...ever...ummm/....ya know...played..with..yourself?I blushed and stammered nervously...of course I had been for months now...every chance i got...but having someone ask me point blank...i was a lil unsettling...umm...well...yea...kinda...sometimes...you?he.