So long as no money changed hands, I was perfectly willing to let Patrick fuck me.Kathy had apparently never been a stripper or a pole dancer. Her job... was not to excite men. Those to whom she exposed her charms had to bring their own erections. She disrobed like the well-paid whore that she was, promptly and expeditiously. She didn't throw her garments to the floor; she hung them up like a lady. They were the tools of her trade and as such were treated with care.My history had been different.. “What will it be my tits or my ass”, she thought. She felt hands on her tits. Soon her bra was removed causing her tits to swing beneath her like two pendulums of a grandfather clock. Her heart was pounding. She bit into the ball-gag as tears filled her blindfold. She heard another coin hit the bottom of the bucket. Her pussy was stuffed with fingers. “Hey this whore is wet!” somebody shouted. No, she was not getting excited by this she tried to convince herself. It was remnants of her. When I got inside, the place was crowded. The music was blaring, and most everybody was dancing. As I dodged and weaved my way to the bar, several people stopped me. They were offering various diversions, chemical and physical. I ignored them and continued on.At the bar, the harried bartender asked, “What’ll it be?”“I’m looking for Tom Olivet.”“Sorry buddy, I serve booze here. Food’s next door and cards are in the back room. Information isn’t on the menu.”“I was told that Tom Olivet was here,. " Great!" Harry said. "I'm looking for a creative photographer who I can trust. We've got a new product, a super golf cart that's really revolutionary. It's about ready for the market and we need to create some classy brochures. Sound like something you might take on?" Well..." Scott hesitated momentarily. He'd take on anything, but he knew that he couldn't appear too anxious, even with his old friend."I'll level with you, Scott," Harry continued, misunderstanding Scott's hesitation. "When I.