He came and carefully measured my chest and waist, keeping an eye on Max the whole time even as Max kept an eye on him. He finished by measuring my inseam. “Hmmm, do you have difficulty buying clothes, Mr. Cahill? You have an extremely muscular body.” Somehow he knew my name--from the folks at the Hardcore diner, I assumed. “Not in a big city where there are quality men’s stores,” I replied. “Well, we may not be a big city, but I can attest to the quality of my goods. Perhaps you’d like a sports jacket, as well. I can tailor it indian to fit you perfectly. Who knows, you may want to take Miss Lucille to a fancy restaurant like Carter’s or even to the theater.” Damn, but this guy knew an awful lot about me and my business. “Let’s start with the basics first and then we can talk about the others.” He nodded and walked to a rack of shirts and then to another of slacks, motioning me to a dressing room once he had four of each. I tried on the slacks first, surprised that he had my size—36-35—waist 36 inches and inseam 35 inches. Surprisingly, they fit me well. I selected one pair of tan and another of light grey before trying on several lightweight shirts. They were made of an elastic material that promised to wick perspiration away from the wearer’s body. I liked three of the four so I kept them. Dressed again in my uniform I laid the clothes on the counter. “Good choices, Marshal; why don’t we try on a few jackets now? You’ll need a size 52 Extra Long because of your muscular chest and back, but I’m sure it will need alterations because of your relatively small waist.” I found a nice one that I liked—mauve with silver plated buttons. It was a trifle snug, but I was promised that it would be altered for free and that it would be done by tomorrow afternoon. Letting out a big sigh I sat back in my chair thinking about an answer with none coming to mind. It was him; he had dropped his trousers and was fucking me. He timed his pace to match that of the ‘fucking machine’ which meant that as Vicky came down on the dildo I was pushed forward ever so slightly, but just enough for my forehead to touch Vicky’s stomach. No one said anything, it seemed we were ready. How could I betray Greg like that? If only there was another woman here I could talk – one who would understand what I’m feeling – a Gaianesian. She was wearing a school t shirt that was kind of short, and because of the way it draped over her firm little boobs, it showed her stomach slightly, but the tight running shorts she was wearing really accentuated her thighs and her firm little butt, so much so that I became nervous as I continued to check her out as we got closer. Karen offered both herself and Holly for one night if he promised to leave them alone after that. We knew our songs wouldn’t get national air time but there are plenty of underground stations that would play us, why weren’t they? As John now closed the door, I quickly got off the bed and hurried into the bathroom. “Take it easy Lenny we don’t want people to know what you’re doing.” Finally, after another ten minutes of torture, I reached the end of the trail. “Soon, the bed springs were squeaking while we were wildly thrashing against each other, whimpering as loudly as we thought we could get away with, flicking our hands rapidly across each others’ slits, and leaking our collective cum all over Mallory’s sheets. Her eyes were burning hot as she stared down at me. “Ooh, you coated her. I spanked her four more times and then started to ram her ass. Her nipples stood to attention and she felt sure that if someone were to run their hand over them right now, that they would feel harder than diamonds. Amy climbed out of her seat and straddled my lap. My room mate studies a lot, as do I, but he goes home every weekend and I have the room to myself. He worked his hips around like he wasn't even sure he was inside her and half the time he wasn't. She could quite easily just grab his dick and jerk him off, and she doubted it would take long. Strange he hadn't noticed how cold he was 'til that moment. I walked down the hall and set my alarm. “What?” Atrin asked, watching her with a smirk. I also found that it was perfectly acceptable to everyone for me to get fucked and for the guys to fuck me when everyone had been drinking and I was “passed out.” It was sort of our early version of don't ask and don't tell. Not much, but enough. My heart pounded heat through my veins as I escorted her to my car. Part 2 of the evening was a bit late starting and 3 naked and slightly refreshed girls were led on to the stage by Jackie. “Hello Dr. Lawson, it’s an honor to meet you, and thank you so much for this opportunity.” She forced a smile. 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