THEN I WENT TO THE OTHER BAR IN THE BACK OF THE CLUB AND MET THIS BARTENDER MARCUS.HE STARTED IN WITH THE WHOLE STRAIGHT OR GAY THING AND I BLURTED OU... THAT I WAS BI. I COULDNT BELIEVE I SAID THAT. HE WAS WEARING ONLY BOXERS AND HAD A RIPPED MUSCULAR TONE. HE WAS BLACK AND LOOKED LIKE THAT ACTOR TYSON A LITTLE. THEN I LOOKED DOWN AND NOTICED HIS COCK. IT LOOKED LIKE HE HAD A FLASHLIGHT IN HIS UNDERWEAR SIDEWAYS. I STARTED GETTING HARD. I TRIED TO FOCUS ON SOMETHING ELSE, BUT IT WAS NO. " He had spoken to himself, but the woman answered him."No, Mark, this is not your assigned planet."Just at that moment a large male walked into the room dressed in equally old fashioned clothing, like a lord of a manor or what a knight would wear without his armor. His shirt was what looked like linen, with lose sleeves, and it was laced up the front and his trousers more like tight hose.The woman turned, smiled and ran to him. "Arron, he has just woken up." So I see." He put his arm round the. ‘WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A BITCH’ John yelled in Lauren’s face. ‘I’m sorry John,’ Lauren replied she didn’t even know why she was apologizing John who had asked her out earlier in the day to go out to dinner that night. He had just forcefully grabbed her breasts, something she did not want him to do so she simply nudged him away. She slowly began to back away from him, but he grabbed her arm hurting her. ‘OW, John stop it please’ Lauren pleaded. ‘Where do you think your going’ John raged on. Oh, and mandatory exercise, mandated by my folks. "Remember, being in bad shape ruins your sperm count!"Thanks mom and dad. What they didn't know, and I didn't tell them was that my sperm count was naturally low. I ran a test on my own sample, just to see, and it turns out that my old man's problem got passed on to me. So the odds of me knocking up anyone were pretty low to start, and even if I did slide into a wet and fertile pussy someday, it'd be like firing five hundred blanks and one.