In fact it was she who encouraged me to find other men to give me the sex I needed. I started going with Eve to a bar out of town to dance. Nothing at...tracts men like two hot chicks dancing with each other. We never had to buy our own drinks. One night Eve was off in a corner letting some guy suck her tits while I was dancing and drinking with his buddy. He was a few years younger than me, but funny and hansom, and hung. He was in construction or something and had a faint scent of muscular toil. To the side of the room was a bar but there were also waiters in black tuxes walking around with a tray of glasses of what Jazzy figured was champagne. She could see on the other side of the room several rooms with little white shingles of yesteryear hanging in front of the rooms announcing what went on in those various rooms. Jazzy snagged a glass from a passing waiter, surveying the scene before her.The women were dressed in formal, semi-formal, and dressy clothes while the men all wore dark. ”But there was still the late pill. Well, he might not enjoy wrapping up, but he’d enjoy the news that he was about to be a father a lot less. “Let’s keep it the way we have for now.”“I certainly can’t complain. What we have been doing has been delightful.”She thought it had been delightful, too, They each thought their own thoughts -- although they might have been quite similar -- until the meal was over and the second cup of coffee -- decaf, and she hadn’t even mentioned that -- went down. He. "Really." I told her to pick me up and I'd direct her. "There is one other thing though. This girl wants to know what you are like. So you need to go to the bathroom and masturbate." She looked at me in shock. "You can think about her when you are doing it. Masturbate through your panties, then when you've cum, use your panties to clean yourself up. Then put your panties in this bag, and I will deliver it to her. She'll masturbate all week smelling you." Oh, God, I can't do that!" she said."You.