You turn me back around, bend over and retrieve the sponge from the floor. Then pour on more shower gel; give it a squeeze under the spray to get more...bubbles to form. Then you start, my chest, my arms, around my back and then, down.I feel one of your hands cup my balls as the other, with the sponge, presses down on the head covering the whole of my cock in suds. My eyes roll back in my head and I have to put my arms out and lean against the wall to stop myself falling over. You wrap the sponge. When I finish my drink I look around, Olav is at the bar. I catch his eye, and tap my empty glass. He nods, and turns to the bar. Soon he is walking across with my new drink.When he leans down to place it on the table I hand him the money with my right hand while I take hold of his stiff dick with my left hand. While rubbing my hand up and down I say, “Be my slave and you get to see my tits. I may even let you play with them.” He gulps while his dick throbs under my palm.I soon finish my drink,. A loud cheer suddenly burst through the door. I guessed they had just found their volunteer. Moments later the door opened and a young man was pushed from the room. He was quickly gathered up by the escort behind me and led away. We barely acknowledged each other in passing as hands took me and herded me inside.The door closed and I suddenly felt snared. Dazed, I stood beside the door looking across a crowded room filled with excited looking faces."Whoa! Look at you — what's your name. "Only I usually warm them up by hand before I punish them. Makes them squeal a bit. It certainly livens up Debbie no end. That's my wife. Makes her quite compliant, in fact."He gave me a knowing look.I smiled, and then motioned to him to keep quiet. I had to go back and finish the job, and for a reason I still cannot explain to myself, as if on the spur of the moment, I left Larry standing in the hallway and able to watch the whole proceedings. I suppose it was the matter-of-factness of our.