Ohhh as he was enjoying looking at my boobs dancing, he asked me to continueAnd I did it for about 15 minutes, we both were drunk and were enjoying se... like mad. I stopped for a while and gave Rajeev lot of kisses. Rajeev asked me if I can be on my knees and give him a dog style and I did. He pushed his dickAnd started stroking in full speed as if he is never going to end this. The second time that we were having was taking a long time and he was unableTo ejacuate so he pulled his cock and. .. no, he was here for a job, not to make nice with this band of killers.Finally, through the almost raw meal, the blonde man moved out to check what was going on.He nodded to the apparent boss of this group, he also noticed that the man was sizing him up. Hmmm, this one wasn't as big a fool as the blonde man thought he was.A few hours later the rag tag, swath of fetid dregs of humanity, climbed into their saddles. Again, the blonde man had to hold in his bile at the overwhelming stench of. Let me tell you what really happened.It was April or May, 1977. (Or it might have been 1978. I don't know. I don't keep a diary.) They were playing at some dump in Tampa, of all places. About half-an-hour into the show, some fat asshole in the back yelled, "Go fuck yourselves, faggots!" Before I tell you what happened next, let me tell you about what Suicide shows were like in the early-to-mid Seventies. Picture two leather-clad guys, one scowling and torturing an organ, the other striding. I went to the door and was admitted by the large man whose job it is to make certain only members and employees get in. He recognized me and let me in with a smile. I've only been to the club a couple of times but I guess they don't get a lot of women visitors. It's my understanding that because of the difference in the way men and women's brains are wired voyeurism is primarily a male pastime.My eyes were drawn to the alcoves as I passed through the club on the way to the office. Two of them.