This time though they were both naked, erect and LARGE……. They glanced over at me as if they had seen it all before and then seemed to do a little...choosing game before each lining themselves up side by side behind mistress and Maria.There was a moment of pure eroticism as the anticipation in the room built to a crescendo and then, in unison, they both stepped forward, each one placing their hands on the shoulders of one of the expectant ladies.I saw Maria’s face light up at that touch and she. I can see the men there looking at you with lust in their eyes knowing that they would love nothing more then to fuck you.Finally we make it in side and as we walk through the house I fake being scared so I can pull you closer to me and let me grab your ass with all the fake screams, and how dark it is in there no one can see what I’m doing. You look up at me and I can see a little smirk on your face you move in front of me and stop short making me run into you and pressing my hard cock against. Not really." He nodded and sat back. "I mean, I'm not against that stuff. I've even done stuff with girls. You know. Fingers and stuff." I didn't know what I was trying to say or trying to justify. I once let a girlfriend peg me with her strapon, but that was a girl. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He replied. "Look, I'm gonna hop in the hot-tub." He stood as he spoke. "You can join me if you like, or you can head back to your room. No offense either way." He turned and began to walk. Serena Williams. Barack Obama. Oprah Winfrey. Bruce Willis. Tatiana Ali. Nicolas Cage. Laila Ali. Michael Dudikoff. People whom he admired for different reasons. Something about what they accomplished and what they stood for actually inspired him. He was all for taking on overwhelming odds and not only surviving but also thriving. Events and people like that were an inspiration to him. Stephen thought long and hard about the events of his life. Escaping from his cheerfully Sociopathic aunt.