"Hey dude! I'm Charlie. Are you the chef?"In my head I'm thinking, "Uh, yeah. Do you think I just show up at parties like this wearing a chef's coat f...r no reason?"He continues, "So I'm here with a few of my clients and one of them wants to meet you. She really likes your food and wants to know if you're available for future gigs!" Sure, no problem!" Alright, follow me."He leads me through a pretty dense crowd, and then downstairs to a room where a bunch of people appear to be doing a bunch of. This was the first time I had lain with a naked woman.I kissed her forehead and then our lips found each other. Her right leg crossed over my left leg and I felt her thigh against my cock; immediately it started to come to life again. Her left hand started to play with my right nipple, making tiny movements on the very tip with her fingernail, she then dropped her head and her tongue found the other nipple.She did this for a long time. It felt incredible. I felt like I could cum without my cock. He shaved the few newly grown pubic hairs then hopped out of the shower. He wrapped a huge towel around me and carried me to his bedroom and dropped me on his bed. The television in his room was playing interracial porn which really got my attention.The comforter was covered by a plastic fitted sheet, he asked me to lay on my stomach so he could massage me with baby oil while I stared at the TV. It felt great and he kept asking me if I was okay. A few minutes later he got off the bed and stood. She would have fainted but the frame of the doorless entrance descided to lend it's support to her staining her clothing with long dried liquid that could have been the houses very own sweat. When finally the tears fell from her eyes and her blurred visage began to clear what she had been searching for seemed to rise from the matress that lay on the floor the same as the smell of shit rose from the carpet. The room looked the same really under all the brown house sweat that stained the once.