.and to sex heaven.The clientle was a very "mixed" bag: regular blue collar guys, suit-and-tie salary men, Yakuza (Japanese mafia guys with the tattoo...), daddies, chubs, young girlie boys and the occasional foreigner. The ages ranged over a wide spectrum. And the activities ranged from mutual jack off to group gang bangs and fisting. The bathhouse had 5 floors: the first floor with a check-in, locker room, sauna, showers and a large Japanese-style bath. The second-5th floors had long hallways. ? A few minutes morepassed and she began panting harder, she got wetter, she started grunting?.thenshe was soaked, so wet I could barely feel enough friction to work me towardsmy own orgasm at this point, but I was ready for her to learn another lessonanyway so it didn?t matter! ?ohhhhhhhh THERE are you happy, I tried to tell you..you wouldn?t listen, if I cum, he cant! I get too wet that?s why I didn?t wantto cum again you bastard, at least I don?t have to worry about you getting mepregnant?. My nervousness was evident, as they slowly came nearer and nearer. They commented on my nakedness, my hard cock, and my being chained helplessly. One of them squatted down to look me in my eyes, and asked me if I belonged to anyone. I shook my head from side to side, and was awarded with a snicker – ?then you won’t mind if we have a little fun with you?. My hard throbbing and oozing dick answered his question for me!Almost gigglishly, they hurried to take of their clothes, and started pulling. Finding John's stink hole Fred stuck his tongue in as far as it would go; poking in and out. Then, giving a push on the back of John's knee he signaled for his neighbor to fall to the floor. Excitedly, John got down on all fours pushing his ass up in the air as far as he could get it. Fred resumed kissing the tiny shithole but this time his kisses were much wetter as he was trying to provide some natural lubrication. Happy with the job he had done in wetting John's backdoor Fred aimed his cock.