The Great White Way shines through the night for lonely guys like me.The cabarets and honkytonks, their flashing signs inviteA broken heart to lose it...elf in the glow of city lights.This story reprises some of the characters and the locale from my earlier story, Hey, Joe! Thanks to techsan and Lady Cibelle for their editing help.SAN ANTONIO, TEXASI pushed the plate with the remnants of my filet out of my way, and sipped on the half glass of Riesling, sighing as I realized I hadn't really. She tried to sell herself on her good qualities, hard working, reliable, flexible, willing to go the extra mile. He wanted to know if she was adventurous too. Well sure, she could be adventurous if that was needed, she didn’t quite see how it applied to a job as maid, but sure. Adventurous.At the end of the interview he slid some papers over the desk her way. ‘You’re hired.’ He said. ‘That is if you want the job. Here’s the contract, read it carefully, I don’t want any sputtering or protests. I regretted not having put on something to match her spectacular choice in underwear. But then, when I'd started the day I didn't figure on anything like this.She kissed her way up one leg to the knee, then repeated the treatment on the other. Then, turning me round, she kissed down from the base of my ass to the knee. I squirmed a little, and she picked up on it, lingering there in the hollow of the knee. Then repeated the performance on the other leg, getting the same reaction."Hmm... back of. Those balls are on the clock . i could tell rick and john were affraid yet john spoke up anyway. listen bitch i aint no slave to any body . the girls promply surrounded them and knocked them to the bed . they tied up there arms and held them down . they gaged them and we dragged them to the car . the next thing i know were at home and weve dragged them kicking and sceaming down to the basement. there are all kinds of tables there for extracting fluids out of young slaves , male or female. its.