They had met up in Green's Oyster Bar in St James to kick the evening off but then they had moved on to The Hot Tub. Built in the style of a Roman Bat...h, The Hot Tub offered a bathing and clubbing experience like no other. In the columned central hall of the club the three women were immersed, each in their own personal spa bath. The brass trimmed, teak clad tubs and marbled walls gave the place an opulent feel. The staff of the club were some of the most attractive boys that could be found in. ........Mr. O exclaims, "hot damn O'Farrell..... I could feel your cock pumping out some serious cum with my finger up her ass.....niiiiiiice job....."That's it for me...I cum so hard all over O'Farrell's cock and with Mr. O's finger deeply into my ass...... Mr. O gets so fucking excited he starts yelling.... "Jesus....I'm gonna fucking pop!!"......He pulls his cock out of my mouth a shoots his jism all over my sweaty face......... mmmm...Chapter Eight Mr. O's load is hardly scant even after he. That said enough about the tenor of his inquiries.Downs helped me up and handed me my crutches. I made it to the back door with him and then he watched as I made it down the stairs."How long have you been able to do that?" he asked."There's a thing called motivation. I hadn't really tried, until today."He shook his head and then turned to walk into the back of the storage yard. I followed, wondering where we were going. Never having been here before, I had no idea the depth of the lot. When we. Men, yes. And boys had used him. But never girls."Don't start putting on an act," the girl reprimanded mildly as shesqueezed forward, "You like it. You like getting it from anyone. Aprick's a prick. It's all the same to you." He wanted to say it wasn'ttrue. He wanted to tell her it was wrong for girls to... But he wasthoroughly gagged and couldn't say anything."Keep still, you silly prick," Sophie snorted. "Do as I tell you. Keepstill and don't make a noise. Got it?" Pompom inhaled a lung full.