”“No,” Kirsty shook her blonde head. “Quite the opposite, if anything.” She had a wicked grin on her face now.“Did you… Did you come? It... sounded like you were having fun.”Kirsty hesitated, then nodded slightly. “It’s the vibration. And the gentle touch. Sarah seemed to know exactly how to handle it.”“Oh, it’s no big deal. Once I had a quick look at the instructions, it was totally intuitive. I bet anyone could do a good job with this thing. No wonder it’s so expensive!”Then the conversation. I converted the cooked bacon into two sandwiches, one for me and the other for Mel.“Help yourself to condiments,” I said as I poured us each a coffee.Mel coated her bacon with a liberal coating of brown sauce. “You’ve got a big house,” she observed.“I’m well paid. Did you make out a list?”Mel handed over a scrap of paper. Her handwriting was surprisingly neat and easy to read.“Mum makes school uniform a priority so my schoolwear is mostly okay. Everything else is pretty bad though,” she said,. There was a mirror at an angle on the bar floor, so anyone buying a drink got a good view of the barmen's little asses. Luckily, it was fairly quiet that night and apart from a few comments like, "You have too perfect a butt to be straight," and, "You might be straight now, but in a few months you will be on your knees sucking cock, like the rest of us," the members were well behaved. On Saturday night, however, it was a lot different; the club was crowded and the guys were rowdier. Every time. His hand on my jaw was tight and made me whimper a little. George extended his cock towards my face and said: ‘You want some of this?’ Rocking his pelvis at me. I begged: ‘Master please’. ‘Well your not getting it yet’ He told me. George made a slight lift to his hand that squeezed my jaw and made me stand, he released me and I looked at the floor again. George walked around me and once behind me he grabbed my ass hard enough to bring me up on my toes and brought my hair behind me. After.