I went into the communal shower and started to clean off the chlorine. My cock stubbornly remained hard. I either needed the shower on cold or to star... masturbating. I decided on the former and stretched my hand out to the mixer when a voice said, “Mmmmmmmmm very impressive. I thought it was good in the trunks but in all its uncut glory it’s a corker.” I looked up and saw my pool companion smiling at me and lowering his Speedos. I couldn’t help but look at his hardening cock. It was about 6. Everyone I knew had gotten so comfortablewith me over the last couple years that they had no difficulty dealingwith the new me. The one question I had to keep answering was "Are youa woman down there too?" "Of course not," I answered honestly. The men all had mixed feelings.On one hand the idea of cutting anything off scared them and on theother hand they would have loved to get into my pants if I had. Thewomen all were thinking "Well not yet."Within a week a new entertainer was hired at. Call it an experiment, call it anything you want, but I couldn’t help myself. I went after it. Sucking on that little cock and set her off big time!“GAAAHHHD! FUUUUHHHK!”A rush of clear cum flooded my mouth and ran down my chin and neck.“OOOOOOHH, FUUUUHHHK!”I heard her head hit the wall; I could see her hands locked onto the headboard, the tendons standing out on her arms. She gave one last wail as I continued to flick her clit. Her body jerked up from my face, her knees lifting off the bed.. ’ ‘Thank you Lise.’ Greta held my hand loosely as we entered a lift and ascended to the third floor – the floor for Lise’s angels. A vestibule led to a large doorway and through it I could see what appeared to be a restaurant with tables occupied by women in a variety of clearly expensive attire. Some were clearly Mistresses, others their subs. Lise came across the room to greet us. She was almost naked except for a pair of leather leggings which were open and revealed a large dildo strapped to.