At 24, what else did I need? I grabbed the opportunity and the next Saturday around 8pm, me, Bob, and two sergeants – Tyler and Jeff, both black and...in their late 20s – were in a car anticipating the best of times with our tools getting hard at this thought.After an hour's drive, we reached the Venus Club. An old man opened the old and narrow gate. We left the car and walked about 5 minutes to the house. It was a secluded mansion, a large, 2-story Mediterranean villa maybe 100 years old with a. The path was tight with many bushes and I jumped slightly as he suddenly appeared and my dog barked. We both laughed, and it suddenly seemed strange that for all the years we have known of each others existence, this was a first, and actually the closest we have been to each other.'I never knew you owned a dog', I remarked, embarrassingly?'Actually I don't', he retorted, 'it belongs to a friend who is away on holiday and he does not like the shelters for the dogs, so I agreed to look after. But what an image!She was blonde, well-built, and very, very naked. Her jutting breastsjiggled saucily and her shapely legs tapered up to an inviting triangleof pussy hair. Her firm ass almost glowed in the spotlights of themirrored room...But wait!That was me!I grasped my 'breasts' in bewilderment. They were false, but so life-like that they'd fool anyone... even me! But it was only much later thatI figured out what they'd done to my precious privates!The 'effect' of Jo's cold hands was to. She sat back in the booth just a little bit and pondered me for a second, her eyes scanning me again.“You talk big.” She finally said.I shrugged again.“Cocky?” She asked.“Confident.” I replied. “I know what I like and I know what I’m in the mood for. That might be you or that might not be you. I’m good either way.”She seemed to be both shocked and amused by this statement. This was a woman that was not used to being rejected or told that she was optional.“You talk really big.” She said, a hint.