My man and his kid drove away at ten am. I texted Joe and he replied, "Are you backing out?"I said, "No, I will be there at 12:45 as planned." I took ... shower and removed any body hair. I put lotion on my body for smell and softness. God, I was so nervous. I put on a pair of faded jeans, a patriots jersey for a funny gesture and got in the car. It was a long five miles away and my stomach was in knots.I got to the door of Joe’s home, and was greeted by Cathy, who hugged me and asked if I sure. I was looking for my clothes, to take with me in to the shower when i heard Linda laughing, i looked over and she was looking at my boxers!! “That is a very smart solution Rob” She winked. I was shocked, i grabbed the sock and grabbed my clothes to hold in front of my boxers. “Dont be ashamed Rob, this is very normal. I wanted to talk to you about this yesterday, but i did not know how. I was affraid that it would weird or inapropriate or wrong. But also want you to have the space you need,. ..She moaned with excitement and proceeded to shove my cock in her mouth. Swallowing it all, moaning and gagging on it as she forced it deeper her throat would allow. "I want you to cum more than you ever have before baby. All over" she said panting as she swallowed my cock whole again. I couldn't even utter a response. My cock was growing by the second and I was about to shoot all over her face. There I was, hammered from the booze, barely able to stand, with my knees ready to buckle as I. No matter how much I protested and insisted that I could not possibly sit in the front row, especially for my first ‘strip show’ encounter, my pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. An announcement crackled over the speakers and the music changed, informing the eagerly awaiting crowd that the show would begin in two minutes. In a panic, I decided I was fighting a losing battle for the seat, and time was against me. Determined not to have to sit in the front row or draw unwanted attention to myself.