. a chair back, a guillotine... I don't know! Then you have me bend over at the waist with the wood supporting me and snap on handcuffs on my wrists b...hind me. Your hands part the beads of my harem pants and you softly palm my exposed bum cheeks. When you take your hand away the beads fall back covering me up. You mutter something and then next I feel is the dagger in the waist band of my pants and an upward thrust and the beaded pants slink down my legs. I cringe inside imagining all those. Is this what you wanted to see?”She was highly aroused and was biting her lower lip as she stared at my turgid pole. She glanced up at me with a look of wanton lust on her face and I felt her free hand crawling up my thigh. I sensed she was seeking my approval to touch me and nodded my head. “Sure, baby, you can do it for me,” and I removed my hand; it was almost immediately replaced with hers.She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and stroked me with a steady rhythm, stopping every few. They ran into each other over the next month.After showering, Jayce worked up the courage to ask Vinny to grab a coffee down the street from the gym. Vinny agreed.Vinny smiled as he sipped his dark roast. “What’s your deal?”“Huh,” checked Jayce.“I know you like me. I’m not stupid.”“What?”“You act cool. I like that you’re lowkey. But, I see how you look at me.”“Do you think I’m gay or something,” chuckled Jayce.“I’m pretty sure you are. I’m not judging.”“Well…”“I knew it. I wanna fuck that. "Both teams headed right out.At end of the shift, Pat and Mike, the Irish guys, came back and the boss asked them how many they had installed. They said that it was tough going, but they'd put in twelve.Forty-five minutes later, Ole and Sven, the Norwegian guys came back in and they were totally exhausted.The boss asked, "Well, how many poles did you guys install?"Ole, the team leader, wiped his brow and sighed, "Sven and me, we got three in."The boss gasped, "Three? Those two Irish guys put in.