I hugged him…”Just for moments like this?” And shared the new bottle. Hugging again.His body was wet and slick and I rubbed his back…His hands...were on mine, smoothing down my spine and I began to tingle. That word: ’enchanted.’ I swallowed from his bottle, mine now empty…I kept him in a hug, his hands massaging my back and down my back.I heard the words of Oscar Hammerstein II, and the singing of Mary Martin or Mitzi Gaynor…they looked into the eyes of Ezio Pinza or Rossano Brazzi…And it was. Because of those two things I flinched and that’s what probably saved me. I felt the blow to the back of my head, but fortunately it was a glancing one. That flinch was purely a reflex action, otherwise I fear what might have happened to my head. I was dazed and I remember looking up and thinking that it was one of the guys from the drug gang, but I was too out of it to do anything about it. And then everything faded to black. Monday, 1 October 2012, A Gentleman’s Club, Seattle, Washington.. I looked over at my shoulder saying, "By the way Jim, you will be fucking Sharla's virgin ass before I leave tonight too." Sharla jerked under me as she heard my words and I knew she again was in fear of what she may be subjugated to do tonight. I continued to smile as I felt Jim's cock probing at my sweet asshole and then felt him starting to slide in. As his cock slowly stretched my ass muscles I said, "Sharla, take some of my cunt juice and rub it along Jims cock." I felt her hands moving. A naked Fred was on the bed pounding a blonde white woman from behind. I quickly realized it was Cindy. Cindy was the wife of one of our co-workers, Karl - she was also pretty good friends with Jessica. My heart immediately sank for Karl, but my dick stirred at the sexual sight in front of me. I blinked once, and again - this didn't make any sense. Fred was in his late 40's but admittedly kept himself in great shape. He's a former college athlete, a large black guy who despite his size most.