She managed to find my place by 11:30. She pressed the button at the gate and Marti answered. “Welcome back, Morgan. My master has been waiting f...or you. Will I hear any more “Ungghh’s” this evening. I hope so. My master has had a busy day. He needs to enjoy himself.”“I hope so, too, Marti. I hope so, too.”I greeted Morgan at the door. She jumped up to kiss me. “That was some tip--$100 for a check less than twenty. I appreciate the money, but I hope you know I have to share tips and. That's when I started to regularly go with other men. Steve encouraged me, almost insisted that I please his friends and acquaintances. I couldn't seem to stop either, so I have to take much of the blame for what ultimate happened. As it turns out our little "club" started to turn into a "sex" club. That was pretty much what was happening there every night now. Someone was always edging up the "bar in lewdness" and daring. It was common place to sit back and watch a girl get gangbanged, or a. Shit, the world didn’t need more of them. There were too many already. So I squeezed the trigger and the life went out of those brown, innocent eyes.Later I went to where Johnny was waiting. The kid was practically jumping up and down in joy at my arrival. I motioned for him to quit it but secretly I was happy to see him, too. Since our parents died, we had been looking out for each other. Even though I was the big brother, Johnny was more intelligent. He soaked up knowledge and it was his. It wasn't that I didn't find the idea exciting, just that it was impossible not to be caught.We danced a few more dances but basically Dan pouted the whole time. A little while later Dan pointed to what looked like two guys dancing together. We both commented on how brave they were for two gays to be in this place. After a while we danced close to them and got a glimpse of the second partner. It was a woman. Granted she was dressed in baggy jeans and over sized mens shirt. A total lack of.