I am nothing but an object of sexual desire. Sex was all she was aware of. No job as an architect, no business trip, no hotel room, and no wife... jus...t this body of a stripper and the roar of lust from every man in the room. Her body started catching fire, surrendering to the lust in the room. She finished her stage set with extra gusto, swinging around on the pole, bending over backwards, swinging her hair around, and wantonly sucking on her fingers. The crowd went wild, and the more the crowd. Sue knew they could have coped normally, but theextra work in the fit out had persuaded her to bring Jack in to help.Jack Jenkins, Sue's son, was a lost soul. He had failed his A-levels, sohadn't gone to uni. This was down to a lack of drive and not knowing whatto do with himself rather than lack of intelligence. He'd been unable tofind much work. A bit of driving or shelf stacking, but most employersrealised he was too clever to want to stay and moved him on after a fewweeks. He loved his. With each stroke May clenched harder. I knew now why Aunt Hed had been grunting such a great deal. Her yelps had not been muffled precisely by Constable Lewis’s cock, despite its impressive girth.When May and I had retreated into our room to avoid detection, when the party ended, May could not contain her ecstasy at the experience. “You are going to HAVE to do that to my arse again tonight… and as often as possible.” May was pensive for a few minutes while she put herself in position for more. The more you look like a chick, the less gay it is," I said, adding, "for me, that is. For you, it's still very gay."I looked you up and down one last time, this time my gaze stopped on your white thong. There, sticking out hard and small, was your cock. I reached out and grabbed your cock and balls with my hand and gave them a squeeze."Would you look at that," I cried. "You are rock solid, though it isn't much of a package to look at. But your thin, short girly-dick is rock hard. God, you are.