He held the flowers behind his back, but the size of the bouquet made it a pointless exercise. She slowly opened the door and then gestured for him to...enter. “Please come in.”John looked around for a second and then stepped through the door. Ling closed the door behind him. John turned to her and said, “Here, these flowers are for you.”She looked at the flowers. “They’re Lilies.”John nodded and said, “Yes, Bob told me that you liked them.”“Oh,” Ling replied as she accepted the flowers. She had. Finally his grandparents drove to the house they inherited from a close friend of theirs. It was the house his grandparents were going to give to him and his mom. It was a two-storey house that was even far bigger than his grandparents'. It was off the side of the road. It faced some woods and not far from it, was a cliff."Awesome!!" Charles commented when he saw it.The moment he saw the house he wanted to know what inside of it was like. This was a house he wouldn't mind living in, just by. Even you realize its an unusually large audience tonight; virtually standing room only.There must be at least 200 men in the place. Actually it’s more like 400. You just can’t see them all in the dark, filthy shadows of the old bowling alley converted into a whore house/strip joint.Lucky for you the place was partitioned off to provide rooms for the prostitutes to ply their trade. Otherwise there’d be many more men. Too many.You were already told what to do. Go to the dance pit, shake your ass. She decided this was it.“All right,” she said. “There’s something I could do for you ... because I love you. The problem is, I don’t know how to do it.”“What?” he asked anxiously.She leaned over and unzipped him. He was so shocked that he just sat there and let her.“Move the seat back,” she said.He reached for the lever and pulled, while pushing hard with his feet. The seat shot back a foot. She reached in through his fly, and tried to find his penis. She could have done it easily. She’d.