Stan’s fingers wandered down the stripe of hair that led from Greg’s chest to his jeans.“Mind if I unzip these?” he asked.“No, no, please go... ahead.” Greg threw caution to the wind.Stan lowered a zipper and his fingers tangled themselves in Greg’s pubic hair. Just strokes on the underside, a little tug now and then. Greg felt himself grow stiffer. This was such a new experience that he hadn’t been sure how his cock would respond.But respond it did! A drop of precum made his dick slick. It grew. My sissy pussy twitches and my clitdribbled."Well the black clients sure love to fuck sissy white boys so she willdo will....but sixty forty" he haggledI could not believe I was being haggled for like a cheap whore....butthen that is exactly what I was going to be.....although not cheaplooking at my surroundings"Fifty - fifty" returned Mistress with a wicked grinHe smiled and then came to a conclusion"Let me try the goods and then I will let you know" he winked"Certainly....you won't be. It was a full-size bathroom and dressing area. There wasn’t just a shower as I might have expected, but given the number of showerheads, it seemed more like a car wash, minus the brushes. And then there was a full-size hot tub.Did I say hot tub? It really didn’t take long to shed myself of the suit with the attendant’s assistance. Unfortunately, not all the attendants choose to join me. The youngest and perhaps the least experience did, though.The others stood back, and there was some. She rode around in her little Vespa motor scooter, but that wasn't a vehicle she could use for high volume smoked meat sales. I was impressed enough by her potential to go out and buy her a well used truck for two thousand dollars. I made a deal with her for paying me back by telling her that I would take one dollar off of what she owed me for every jar of jerky, or fifty pieces of steak pieces or honeyed jerky that she sold. Honeyed jerky was the name we were calling Earle's new product. I.