The women were impatient. They were there to see his cock that had been discretely obscured on a poster outside the building. The promo's caption read... "He's a 10 and every inch counts!" Jeff went through a routine that he had practiced in his head and teased the audience time and time again. Each time he pretended to remove his thong only to show them glimpses of his balls. Finally he turned his back to the audience and pulled down his thong just below his ass. The women were beside. I looked at the sexual menu, which included a number of perversions I'd never heard of, along with many of old, well-loved standards. All were priced in 30 minutes slots. You chose a number -- 'I'll have 30 minutes of 22, followed by an hour of 17, please, ' -- and gave your order in via the telephone.The bar staff would then check availability. 'Sorry sir, 17 is off until 1 a.m. Will 14 do in lieu?'When your order was ready you paid at the bar and then took your 'purchase' upstairs.I leaned. When they set up camp that evening it was near a pond and Alice, not having been able to bathe that day, wanted to take a swim. Marlene had quickly become enthusiastic about it too and joined her, soon followed by both men.John seemed to ogle Marlene a lot and it made Alice jealous, especially when she noticed his hard cock in his swimming trunks. Marlene had noticed John's frequent stares and was going out of her way to tease him. She regularly offered him glimpses of her body, sometimes by. Can you believe it, he wants to torture and kill me for something as trivial as that? I: But he didn't kill you. We all can see that.' Laura: No but he was going to if the soldiers hadn't found me again just in time. But God did he ever torture me. Did he ever ruin and mutilate me before they rescued me. I: You sure you want to go on with this? It's horrible and so disturbing on a deeply human level. Maybe you've had enough. Laura: No. No, more than anything else I.