Money. They had their prettiest girls on the floor - wearing nothing but high heels. If you wanted a blowjob you would give the money to the floor man...ager and the girl of your choice would be taken to you to the back of the bar by a bouncer. There was a long corridor lined on either side with stalls, kind of like the partitions in between urinals. And, like a stand up urinal, a man could face into a stall, take out his dick and, instead of pissing, a whore would suck him off. In the stall was a. Rees and I pushed back away from the group and she made little cooing noises at Xan who responded with giggles."This all hinges on one thing, Rees," I whispered. "Do you want to be the new chef for Young Cooking? It's a great gig, but don't let anyone kid you about how much work it is. It's tough." You've done it since you were sixteen, haven't you?" Yes, but I started with one fifteen-minute segment a week. We'd film two of them every Saturday until basketball season so I could play ball. It. ”“Gerald, would you like some coffee, water or a soft drink?”“No, thanks. I shouldn’t stay late. We have work in the morning.”“I understand. Gerald, could we have lunch together tomorrow? I would like to talk about our time tonight.” I nodded a little bit cautiously. I think Beth could tell I was a little uncomfortable sitting with her in this house. She stood and I stood with her. “Thanks for an interesting evening.”“I enjoyed it. I’ll see you in the morning, Beth.”I left for home. I talked. The rubber cock was unfastened and pulledout and the first cock rammed into her throat, she was then passed aroundnonchalantly with the trolley as if they were just helping themselves todrinks. But each ?stop? resulted in another erect cock shoved into her mouthand a throatfull of ejaculated semen to swallow. The gag made it impossible forher to control the depth each cock was pushed in to and several times shealmost vomited as it hit the back of her throat. After a while, the men stoppedand.