But she had no concept of what that would mean in the end. She moved on to thinking about the people she knew back there. She had friends, but they we...en’t what she’d characterize as close. The men...There was the issue.She knew lots of them, but her relationship with Ryan had closed them off as romantic possibilities. She thought of some of them now. She compared them to Bob.They didn’t fare well in the comparison.She sat down. Fate had done it to her again. Fate had pushed her into something. Then she looked up, pain in her eyes."This is so hard," she said. "You don't understand. I am not here for you; I am here to obey an order Angique gave me. I'm not sure, but being friends with you might lead to betrayal of her trust in me."The words were like a bucket of iced water. In New York they had kissed and made tender love; they had laughed together, cuddled and hugged, sharing plans and ambitions. Had it meant nothing? Had she changed? Or had she been this ... this pleasure machine all. "Open your mouth baby, just a little, now run your tongue over the tip." "That's it sweetie, just like that," I pushed forward gently as Mandy's lips parted, stretched and slid over the glistening, purple crown. "Swirl your tongue around it, like you would an ice cream cone." Mandy's tongue slipped back and forth over the head of my cock, stopping frequently at the slit to gather more pre-cum as she worked her hand up and down my shaft. "Jeez baby, that is so awesome. You never sucked a guy's. By the end of that visit, Lew knew that Cody was interested in men. He didn’t know if Cody had done it with men, but he’d be just as happy if Cody hadn’t yet. He was most interested, of course, if Cody would do it for men, starting with dancing the pole for them. And he most certainly was interested if Cody would do it with him.“I might have a deal for you. You might even have been thinking about wanting to do it yourself.”Lew had come up to where Cody was looking, while sort of trying not to.