3 inch. ''Not bad, Simon,'' she said, winking up at me.She blew on my dick, looking up at me. Then opened her mouth, moved closer to my cock and said:... ''You have to earn a blowjob.'' She laughed at my expression. She stood up. ''Take of my bikini-bottom,'' she told me. I obliged, my hands shaking. I took it off and flung it somewhere in the room. She had shaved. Perhaps she had done it for me. Perhaps it was simply her custom. Anyway her pussy looked great. Her lips not too big or too small,. But I’m not much of a drinker so I don’t have anything stronger than wine to offer.’ We entered the lift and pressed the button for my floor. The closed space of the elevator alerted me to Shrini’s eyes appraising my body. I looked at him and smiled and tried to act casual. The automatic doors slid open on my floor and I exited the elevator fishing for the door keys in my purse. Shrini was walking right behind me. I looked at my door ready to slip the key into the keyhole when I saw him. ‘Max!’. Hanson and he was using what Mr. Hanson told me about my career as an excuse to go out to dinner to help me unwind from the ordeal I had been through.Before I go farther into my story I would like to tell you a little about Fred and the relationship we had.Fred was twenty-two when I met him. It was the summer of 1994 and I was in Indianapolis visiting Connie Bradshaw, my college roommate. The second day I was there Connie informed me that she had fixed me up with a date for that night. I was a. The bar was to my left as I entered. The room stretched out to my right. It was long and narrow and my first impression from outside was exactly correct. It was dark and slightly rundown. The air was smoky and unpleasant. There were booths along both walls separated by no more than twenty feet at the most.Except for the corner booths which were slightly larger, each of the booths was built to hold four people. Most of the booths were occupied but usually by only two or three men. I didn't see.