‘These seats are kind of small, huh?’ he said to her, his Russian accent apparent. ‘Mm,’ she replied with a nod, avoiding looking at him. She ...couldn’t believe her luck – whether good or bad, she couldn’t figure out – that he was sitting down beside her, absolutely dominating the tiny space. ‘Good thing it’s a short flight,’ he went on. She laughed in spite of herself. ‘Short flight?’ she repeated and dared a glance in his direction. ‘I’d hate to find out what you think is a long flight.’ He. So happy was he with his performance he had decided he was due a reward. Margie was a statuesque red head with old fashioned 40DD’s. A worldly thirty something who would be described as a ‘Sugar Baby’ in the new vernacular, she was always ready for a good time and stiff cock. Her partner in crime on this occasion was a petit brunette, Danni. In her twenties, her breasts were well rounded and firm, with compact nipples that pointed to the sky. Her arse was tight and her legs slim and lithe.. Andy grinned at me the rest of the nite. The next day was a Sunday, I went to the bar/grill, The Crab shack for lunch. Capt. Andy was there, again grining and intro'de me to his business partner, Larry. I've been bi my whole life. I got my first dick at age 16, just after getting my second pussy. With women it's about the whole package. With men it's about the cock. With men, a guy is just a life support system for his cock. Larry is same age as Capt. Andy, tall, well kept , clean and. The entire room was mirrored, floor to ceiling. Everywhere you looked reflections of us as we entered, all from differing angles and views as though being inside some kind of macabre funhouse with mirrors.In the middle of the room was a small, yet functional and comfortable looking padded platform much like a small raised stage. I was to later learn that with the simple press of a button on the arms of two chairs sitting a short distance away from it, that the platform itself could be turned,.