A bar counter ran along part of one wall, the other had a stage. My feet almost stumbled when I saw the people though. Women of all ages were lounging...in the chairs or kneeling next to them, some in fine dresses, others in flimsy things or completely naked. I tried to follow Anne’s zig-zag course through the sea of tables, but something halfway across the room from me caught my eyes and I forget to walk. An Asian girl with long, flowing black hair and incredibly high cheekbones sat in one of. The anticipation of finally getting to gaze without obstruction at her perfect, round tits, combined with the sensation of her soft hands rubbing up and down my cock started to make me get hard again.A few minutes of playing around like this - her rubbing my cock, me teasing myself with her bikini straps, and both of us madly kissing each other - and my cock was fully hard again and ready to go."What do you say about taking this into the other room?" I asked in a smooth whisper in between. I can feel his cock pulsing as he comes deep inside of my asshole. He's grunting making a sound like an a****l. He pumps my ass a few more times and then I feel it pull and slip out, all the air releases from my ass and I can feel the cum dripping down onto my pussy. He pushes that goddamn button one more time and I feel my ass tense up and shoot a bunch of come straight out of my butthole. I hear what sounds like about 3 guys laughing at that point. One of them starts laughing my ass really. A man’s hand should have some calluses on them. A boy your age should have hands rough as sandpaper.”“Sandpaper?” Sean asked.“Sure son. Women love to know that their man is a manly man,” Mr. Emery said with a smile.“Won’t rough hands irritate their delicate skin?” Sean asked looking down at his hands.Mr. Emery said, “Of course, it will. That’s why a real man keeps his hands to himself.”“Oh. I get it,” Sean said looking back up at Mr. Emery. It seemed to him that every time he looked at Mr..