So fix them drinks. Give them lap dances. Let them feel you up. Suck their dicks. But don't let them suck you, fuck you or jack you off. Is that under...tood?"I nodded, and he left.On the bed in the bedroom, I found a pair of white knee socks, a lacy pair of white bikini panties, and one of Jim's mongrammed dress shirts. Though I should have been humiliated I put it all on. The shirt, of course, was way too big for me. I wore it like a girl who had just had sex with a man, sleeves rolled up a. Fuck. Fuck!“ the first one screamed, then threw his bow down. “I’m fucking hungry. How the hell do you open this thing?” he grumbled as he pulled at the catches on a case that looked as if it were on steroids, its wheels obviously designed to roll over rough terrain.While they continued to watch, the worried man stepped back, a determined look on his face. As he nocked an arrow in his bow, the scene faded.When the scene faded back in, the second man was now alone as he struggled to pull the big. That was my usual routine for years.In March of 2002 I went out like normal, dressed in a red dress with stocking and high heels on, went to the theater first. Always parked on the side of the building in the back, my car was to noticeable (yellow corvette) but I did like to walk a little to show off. As I entered the theater there was about 20 guys in there so I walk to the front and there was a Black guy with his cock out half hard just playing with it. I asked him “may I” and he said “go. It seemed like that was the second time in a few days he heard that remark made about his needing to be gentle. Putting down the box Steve was carrying in his office he walked next door and knocked on the open door.A young lady who seemed to be not much more than college age and who had been putting items in her desk raised her head and smiled. She stood and walked over to Steve extending her hand has she introduced herself to him. He introduced himself to her and while doing it gave her a.