My first foray to the men's room proved to be a veritable obstacle course. I was going to have to invest in a robe, traipsing to the men's in either j...st shorts or wrapped in a towel would be embarrassing to say the least.In fact, that is what happened, Alison swore that she did not mean to do it, when her bag snagged my towel, that next Friday afternoon on my way to the showers. She and four other girls all stood gazing at my package. I had never thought of it as anything special, I was. GREEN Effing LIGHT! “Well, it’s not blood, but let me clean you up. Hmm, I don’t have any napkins so I guess I’ll just have to use my tongue.” She moaned again.“Good ah idea, Sam. Please, please clean up my ... ohh, yes, k-k-keep cleaning like that.” He lapped the beautiful stranger’s clear, musky juices at her thigh and let his nose bump her clit - several times. She groaned each time. As his palm lightly caressed and spread her firm, perfect cheeks, his thumbs spread her engorged lips. Barely. Now Marla was tickling Brody's armpits with only one hand as she pinchedand tickled his stomach with the other. Her foot was still poking his crotchpainfully, and Brody was worried he might die laughing. Or, his balls mightfall off from the toe punching. Still, Brody was quite aroused watching Marla's full cleavage in thewhite cocktail dress. Oh, those breasts! The first date, Brody had gotten Marlanaked and poked his little head between her 44DD's and had nearly smothered himself in. Probably just as well, the patrons could concentrate on the meal, without having too much distraction, and without spilling soup down their Dinner Jackets. As it was Paris there was the inevitable songstress who sang the Edith Piaff numbers. The meal was very good. I ate everything, as I was quite hungry, not having eaten anything since eleven that morning. At nine the M.C. came out, and welcomed everyone. The patrons were on the coffee by that time, and the Cabaret began. Now the Girls wore.