“The way you use your tongue, Bob,” Verne said as he flopped his flaccid eight inch penis up towards his umbilicus (belly button) so his testicles...were more available to me for an occasional lick. “Reminds me of Charley, the Indian man, whom I ran into as I hitchhiked across New Mexico one late summer. “May I use this story?” I asked my handsome masculine friend who usually did give me permission to retell his stories to my friends and readers. “Sure, Bob,” Verne replied “but remember, Charley. Again, her fascination with the black man’s anatomy overtook her. She had never seen an uncircumsized cock before and was in awe of the foreskin that hooded the bulbous head of Lem’s cock. She pulled back the foreskin and kissed the head and kissing his balls and licking the rapidly growing cock up and down the shaft. Lem groaned in approval and after a couple of minutes of her stoking and sucking him, he stood her up and told her to go into the bedroom and wait for him. She did as instructed. But I’m headed around back to the members entrance.I stand outside, looking at the door. I can’t believe I’m doing this. That’s true at so many levels. I cannot believe I’m streaming so much of my training. What happens if I fail: will I treat much of the gaming world to the excruciatingly public humiliation of not cutting it as a whore?Even if I succeed, I’m putting what I do out there for everyone. There will be plenty of people in the immortal world who view the most private aspects of my. The music began to drift over us and Mark began to shag me in time to its rhythm. “Oh yes, fuck me hard,” I whispered in Marks ear. Mark kissed me and said, “there is lots more of this to come before the night is over.” All the other hands were now caressing all parts of my body that was open to them. The music began to get louder and faster and Mark was responding to the beat. Faster and harder he drove his cock into me and when the crescendo came, my own body shuddered.