” She asked if I knew if Chuck had sex with anyone. I told her “No, I’m pretty sure he hasn’t”. Then she said, “How about you? Maybe with ...Brenda?” I said, “No…not much to report there”. She said, “Really? I thought by now…” and her voice tailed off. I got brave and told her, “Once we were making out and I put my hand on her breast…and she grabbed my hand and pulled it away. She got pretty angry at that”. She looked into my eyes and said, “If you were MY boyfriend, I’ll bet I wouldn’t have. We meet Mr Impresario who seduces us with promises of bright lights and glamour. And instead we're stolen away, bought by a man that insists on calling us by our stage names and flown half way across the world to heaven knows where. I think that needs explanation." I don't remember the bit about bright lights and glamour," I said. "I think the best I offered was some better gigs. Isn't this a better gig?" I sat down on the bed beside her.She smiled, "Well it's better than that pub in Southwark. Suck it. Suck it. Suck it. Again I did not know if it was peer pressure, the beer or my desire to try it, but I leaned forward and let my lips touch the head of Dons prick. I felt it jump in my hand. I saw a drop of clear pre-cum form on the tip. The angle was bad so I slid off the chair so I was on my knees in front of Don. He pushed his cock head against my lips and I slowly opened my mouth. Don gently slid the head of his cock into my mouth. I had to stretch wide to let it get in. It felt. There was no toilet, only a round, padded hole in thewall, waist-level. I fought with my zipper as I gazed at theglory hole, at the yellow shaft of light streaming throughfrom the adjoining room, and then I wrestled my fly downand pulled out my cock. I gripped my rigid dick andmoved even closer to the hole, gulped hard and guided myprick through the opening, announcing my presence towhoever was on the other side.I let go of my rock-hard prong and flattened myselfagainst the wall, sweat.