Entering such a bar was another first for me and I was more that alittle nervous. I reached out and grabbed Gavin's hand; it was reassuring tofeel, fr...m his squeeze of acknowledgement, that he felt the same way I did.Thus we entered the bar hand in hand.Giovanni's turned out to be like any other nightclub. Men were drinking atthe bar or at tables discretely scattered in alcoves around the sides of theroom. There was a small stage, which tonight hosted a disco, and a fairlyextensive dance floor. Old man can't take it anymore," he said, cracking up at his own joke. "May I join you?"I was neck-deep in the water against the edge, not giving out any hints as to what I was wearing. Or not. I smiled.He pulled his t-shirt over his head and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his beach shorts. "You're sure?" I nodded.Shorts dropped, revealing a thickening cock. Slightly bigger than Dad's. His balls were smaller and tighter to the base of his cock. He too kept shaved and neat. And no tan. It was Mandrake again, this time, goading him on from the top of a flight of curving stairs that seemed to lead from nowhere to nowhere. When he woke he was covered in sweat and laying half out of the bed. Maxine was standing in the doorway. "Are you getting up today? Or are you staying there."Gregg grunted and staggered off towards the bathroom, scratching himself as he went.Maxine called after him. "You don't seem to have discouraged that last one you robbed." Whungh?" Gregg grunted, sticking. ” Wow. What an offer, especially with me laying on his bed holding my legs up spread eagle. I was stunned. “What do you say?” he asked. “Thank you, sir.” I replied. “Nice girl,” he said. “Actually, bad girl. You’re being such a bad girl.” “I’m only doing what I’ve been told, sir,” I said. “What kind of girl shows off her cunt like that?” he asked. “Her shaved, wet cunt? ” “I do, sir,” I said. “Because you told me.” “I did,” he said. “I thought you’d be more of a challenge and not as wet. A girl.