I will not attend. You are not obligated to do or say anything, yet you are free to do almost everything, if you so desire. There are some rules and r...estrictions in place - most gentlemen's clubs require such - and your performer will let you know what those rules entail." What are you getting out of this?" I asked."As I mentioned previously, Mike, my vice is my interest. At this point in my life, my imagination far outpaces reality for me. I have seen and done some unimaginable things in my. "Ok, put your right arm up and make a loose fist." As I did, I felt a few hangers placed on my hand, the slight weight of them pulling it down a little. "Ok, open your eyes," I was told. I looked at what she had hung on my hand. It was a white poet's blouse with a ruffled collar and long sleeves ending in a double ruffle at the wrist, along with a denim, button front crinkle skirt. A lacy, thong bodysuit hung from the third hanger. It was white, too. My jaw dropped to the floor at the same time. No one but myself had ever touched my cock. I found that I liked what Cameron was doing. I liked it a lot! He was stroking faster now and I was fucking his hand along with the tempo. Mmmmm, I just wanted to cum. I'm not sure how I realized it, but I sensed him jacking himself off while he was stroking me. I reached down and relieved him of that task.Just as no other hand had touched my cock, I had never touched another guy’s cock. It felt bloody awesome. He was stiff just like me. I didn’t. .The images that colored my daydream tightened my pants even more. I sighed and tugged to erase the evidence. My eyes wandered around with embarrassment.As they did, they got hooked to the gaze of a spectacular platinum blonde. Her eyes bored straight into mine. She smiled a dazzlingly white and red lipstick smile. My first reaction was to blush, feeling caught with tenting pants. But what I saw next undid all my careful rearrangements.The big haired sex bomb stepped from behind the rack of.