So, as Randy gave me another large glass of purple passion punch, I took a big swallow and started to dance around sensually for him, and show my stuf...! I noticed a couple of other guys had come into the room and were clapping for me and cheering me on. This got me even higher and hotter, and I felt great turning them on with my dance. Pretty soon Randy had taken off all his clothes too, and was sort of dancing with me naked. After a while, I noticed he had a nice hard-on, and everyone was. Read the first part from the link above.On the way back, Hardik was still horny from the session in the theatre. He was sitting behind me in the bike and holding my chest tight. The slutty bitch was pinching my nipples and it was hard for me to drive. When we were at the traffic signal, he fucking started to rub my dick over my pants. Since I was in track pants, my boner was so noticeable.We reached the hotel room. As soon as we entered the room and closed the door, I grabbed Hardik from. You'll make a fine whore -- again." Then she added, "Before you die of AIDS, that is. There's a lot of that here. Or maybe it'll be syphilis -- that doesn't take as much time to kill you." She turned a dial surreptitiously. Suddenly Rosa's eyes went wide. She remembered Mama Santiago's whorehouse, which she -- he -- had patronized with his old drinking companion, Pedro Velasco -- except that now she hadn't been a client, but one of the girls spreading her legs for Pedro, just another john. "Bet a dozen or more's in the army right now an' Gates, Greene, George Washington, none a'them knows it. Up in New Jersey one a'them served her man's cannon when he got shot. But if any a'them found out a soldier was a female, out she'd go." Ain't easy, you know," she said, pushing a smile. "You're a smelly lot."I laughed, "We are, aren't we. Not many baths taken this winter, that's for sure." Men in my company," she said, brightening, "I ain't seen nary a one of them dunked 'cept when it.