Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2004 20:10:22 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: One Man and Many Boys 2 Lance called back the next day to say he'd just learned that a cousin was coming for a week, he apologizes and said he'd get back to me. Soon after I'd hung up the phone, Fucker called and started the conversation with how I'd liked last Saturday on the hill and asking about what happened between Warren and I. Suddenly he asked if he could come over for a minute he had a favor to ask. What he had to ask changed the whole direction of this Part of the story and quite possibly the whole story for that matter. In the living room he started the conversation with a question, "Do you ever go to Omaha? "I've thought about it and Des Moines, too, but I wouldn't know where to look after I got there, which bar was hot, that sort of thing. "I wouldn't know about the bars either, but I do belong to this private club in Omaha, which is closer than Des Moines, anyway. "Oh, what kind of a club?" "It's called the ' Private Y'. You could picture it if you've ever seen an old gangster film, walking upstairs, ringing a bell, a small window in the door opens and if you're recognized the door opens." "Like a speakeasy, I think that is what they were called." "Exactly!" "Would you recommend I join?" "You couldn't, you're white." "Race prejudice?" "Yea like in -get-even." But you'd be welcome as a guest. Every member can bring a guest once every six weeks and I'd like to go Friday evening I have a chance to pick up some big bucks - bucks as in 'greenbacks' not bucks as in 'black bucks'. "So, down to the favor, would you drive me down, my old Chevy wouldn't make it and I need the money for parts to fix it up." "What should I take with me?" "Run that by me again?" "I'm back to bucks, as in greenbacks. How much money should I take with me, what's all this going to cost, approximately?" "You're jumping the gun a little bit. Let me go on and explain the whole deal. My membership is free. It's free because I'm kind of like a callboy 'not like call me on the phone and I'll be there'. It's more like I can be arranged for. Understand?" "I think so, go on." Look it's sort of like our little, local club. The name 'Private Y' refers to a man's crotch area. Most members are between 40 and 60 and pay big money for hung boys. The club could have been called 'Size Qeens'. Anyway, some dude from KC is willing to pay $1,500 bucks for an overnight with me. He'd seen my photographs in a club mailing. This all takes place in private rooms in the club. So, I've just gotta go to Omaha! My take will be $750 plus whatever the guy tips me. "As for you, I've taken the privilege of reserving a 15 year old boy that I know you'll like. I wasn't too sure you were into adult men. What's he like?" He went back to the kitchen where he'd laid a large brown envelope on the kitchen table, returned and pulled out a magazine telling me to flip to page 9. There he was in a series of photographs - the most beautiful young boy I'd ever seen, black or white and including pictures of his shaved boy penis, soft and hard. The text on the page stated him name was "Decafe" because he was too fair to be called "Coffee", being half black and half Argentinean. He is hung 7 and what he lacks in length he makes up for in girth. He is oral passive; In short, he is a cocksucker's dream. "One more question, Fucker. When do we leave?" Friday, I'll come over here at 5 o'clock and leave my car. We can grab a bite on the way out of town and get to Omaha about 9 PM. "Everything is free for you as my guest; you'll only need a credit card and a couple hundred in cash. We'll swing by my aunts, park your car in her garage and take a taxi to the club. It's not the part of town you'd want to leave your car all night. Keep the magazine. It's an advertisement. Just don't wear your nuts out. The minute he was out the door, I dropped my pants, flipped through the pages, looked at the pictures and read the text on each page. Fucker had a wonderful set of photos and a write up that praised him and the way he used his horse hung equipment profusely. Each page was worth a couple of strokes and when I knew I was getting near I flipped back to "Decafe" and quickly tossed it off. I decided no more. I was going to save my balls for Omaha. It was as Fucker had described it, a speakeasy out of the past until we got inside and that was a different story. The bartender and every one else I met knew my name; everyone made a big deal out of guests. How welcome could you get? Fucker directed me to the very end of the bar where it curved and returned to the wall. The handsome as hell bartender even knew I wanted a Scotch and Soda and Fucker wanted a Vodka Martini on the rocks - double. After our second round of drinks, and out of the blue, Fucker disappeared when I looked left and on my right was Decafe, in a white, terry cloth bathrobe. "Hi, Michael. I'm so glad you're here." I could hardly respond. It was almost as if I had been caught up in some black witchcraft. "God, Decafe, you're breath taking but I'm confused. Where's Fucker?" "He left to go put on a white bathrobe, his customer is here." "How did he know that?" "A video camera picked him up getting out of a taxi in front of the club." Within minutes this thin guy that I'd guess to be in his early 40's came in and the bartender directed him to the bar stool on my left. He was as nervous as if he'd been caught robbing the church poor box, hard to describe because he had no outstanding features. Seconds later Fucker appeared, as Coffee had said, in a white bathrobe and greeted the guy next to me and introduced us - "This is Michael and this is Decafe. I want you to meet Cal." That ended the conversation between us. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cal sticking his hand in the pocket of Fucker's robe and I mean sticking it in deep. Decafe had noticed it too, so when Cal turned to talk to Fucker, I raised my eyebrows as if I were asking a question. Decafe responded by taking my hand and shoving it in his pocket. Jesus, the pocket was cut out and the instant my hand encountered his hard, fat, boy cock. I was as erect as I'd ever been in my life. "Michael I don't want you to worry about one single detail; everything's been taken care of. Let's finish our drinks and go to our room." We left without saying good-bye to Cal and Fucker. On the way to the room, Decafe broke out in laughter and said, "Cal couldn't wait to get Fuckers' cock up his ass." and I laughed too. "Michael, I'm going to treat you special, I love a guy with a sense of humor." As we went up to the next floor in an elevator, I imagined, for some reason, that the room would be decorated in red - everything red - like what I always imagined a whorehouse would be. But, I was totally wrong; everything was off white, from the ceiling to the carpeting. It was simply done, contemporary, tasteful and beautiful. From the exit signs and emergency lights in the corridor to the tiled bathroom, it was also obvious the place had undergone extensive remodeling. Decafe opened the door to the closet, handed me hangers, and a pair of terry cloth slip ons. He showed me the TV, Video Player, a Library of Videos and CD's, a small freezer full of ice and a refrigerator containing Scotch and Gin all tucked in a recess in the small hall between the bedroom and bathroom. They had thought of everything. "What are those?" I pointed to some small, brown bottles in the refrigerator. "They are commonly called 'poppers', the easiest way to describe them is to say that they are a liquid that you inhale and they prolong sex play and intensify climax. If you've never used them you should take it easy with them. I want you to at least try them. Everyone that comes here is, obviously, not looking for a quickie. They're here to have prolonged sex, as prolonged as they and the boys can make it." "That sounds logical." "Here's how I'd like to try to achieve that. If we both wear cock rings, you use poppers and I smoke a joint once in a while, w should last a long time, especially with a few breaks, now and then. Now, why don't you take off my robe?" I dropped it on the floor and there stood, before me, a young boy with the most beautifully colored skin you could image. The only thing on his body reminiscent of a white man was the pink color of the huge dick head that capped his fat, 7-inch cock. He was totally beautiful. His medium sized balls were snuggling up to his shaft and his shaft was totally erect. His genitals were cleanly shaven, which I later learned was a requirement to work here. Something like no pubic hair equated with having not yet entered puberty. What really drove my crazy was the way that his genitals portrayed a look of great strength. It make me wonder how boys got right into man sex with their first sexual experience and never turned back to try a woman; and, too, how so many of them had spectacular cocks that would have made getting a girl easy for them. I turned greedy, totally greedy, to suck that beautiful, black boy cock into my mouth. But he stepped back and handed me an already opened brown bottle. I inhaled with each nostril as Decafe had demonstrated and returned to being greedy. If I had to describe his male organ in two words, I guess I would choose the: "ultimate cocksuck." Surprisingly, the second go around was even better than the first and Decafe had just remarked that I really knew how to take care of a cock, when someone knocked on the door. Decafe opened the door and waved him in, explaining that they were roomies. The boy's name nickname was Fish and, as I later learned, his real name was Marlin. He was young, but I later learned I'd underestimated his age. He was neither handsome, beautiful nor cute. You could have called him a Plain Jane if he'd been a girl. He was really a skinny with dark brown hair cut short and blue eyes (yes he was a white boy). On the other hand, his cock was deserving of every complimentary adjective you could think of. He was, also, bare ass naked except for the fact that he wore eyeglasses. "Did you guy's hear the commotion in the hall a few minutes ago?" Decafe said, "No. Did you Michael?" "Well, I didn't know it at the start but my trick was on drugs. The bartender and a couple of other huskies grabbed his clothes, hustled him downstairs and into a taxi to take him to the address he'd registered under. "No, kidding, we didn't hear a thing." "Decafe, I've got the room we were in for the night. Do you and Michael want a 3-way at no extra charge? " I didn't answer because I had done nothing but stare at his cock from the minute he entered. It had totally mesmerized me. It was 8-inches but not as fat as Decafe's. His cock was not actually a bent cock, but it did curve slightly down and I loved it because it made it look heavy, like it weighed too much to get it all the way up. His foreskin was partially retracted over his huge cockhead that was as big as Decafe's but looked bigger on his skinny cock. His foreskin looked loose, but, at the same time, it was hooked on the rim of his cock head. With an animal like lust, I dropped to my knees in front of Fish and with a forefinger on the top and a thumb the bottom of his cock, I gently helped his foreskin complete it's journey over his cock head and hook itself behind the rim, where it was content to stay. Decafe must have sensed my passion and my urgency. He held the popper bottle at first one and then the other of my nostrils and said "Suck it, Michael, suck him like you did me." He got on his knees beside me, bent over and jacked me off as I brought Fish to climax. When Fish was about to shoot his load he put a hand on each side of my head and held it motionless while his boy juice poured out of his cock head and into my warm, wet mouth. When I stood up, they took turns kissing me. "Oh God, you really made me cum big time. The trick I had for tonight didn't even know thing one about cocksucking but he told me that was what he liked to do. " "Just before you knocked on the door, I'd just told Michael that he really knew how to take care of a cock." Some hours later we had worn ourselves out. I have a sinus problem and when it's acting up I always have to sleep on my right side, and with three in the double bed I was rather close to the edge. When I woke, sunlight filled the room. But what woke me up was Fish, kneeling on the floor, sucking my cock. When we were all awake, someone made coffee in the room and after all three of us had showered, we left the room, but not without stuffing the cock rings, poppers and liquor in the little gym bag provided by the club and going to Fish's original room to collect the same. I paid my bill (very reasonable) to the bartender and told him if Fucker appeared tell him we were at the café across the street. After we'd had coffee and placed our orders, Decafe and Fish got in to a little argument. "You ask him." "No you ask him." "No you, Fucker told you it would be OK." To expedite the situation I intervened and asked, "Do you two guys have different questions, or are they both the same? If it's one question why don't I just pick the guy to ask it and I pick Fish." "Well, it's like this and it's not easy to ask. Can we go home with you?" Holy shit, if I'd have had a thousand guesses I wouldn't even have come close to that being what they'd ask. "That's a real shocker and the only thing I can think of is - Why?" "Fucker had told us we could live with him but then he backed out because he said he mom wouldn't be comfortable with it. I am enrolled as a freshman in the college up there starting in September and I just don't want to leave Decafe behind." "Jesus, I'm beginning to believe this whole thing is a set up from the word go." "Well, in a way it is. Fucker really wanted you to be his guest, but when he invited you the thing grew from there. A lot of the details of last night were out of the ordinary; such as we didn't wear a condom when you sucked on us. You got sort of a VIP treatment. I think we're both sorry, Michael." "You needn't be, but I'm still curious. Why did Fucker have you ask me?" "Well, he said you had a large home, you liked boys because you got off having sex with them and we told him we couldn't pay you, but we'd take care of your yard, do the laundry and the house cleaning and cook meals." I didn't say anything but Fucker sure had my number about boys. The growing tension was somewhat relieved when Fucker walked in the door, spotted us and slipped into the booth beside me. The only thing the asshole said was, "So?" I think I could have killed the big dicked black stud and it was the best chance I'd ever have as he could hardly keep his eyes open - he was totally fucked out. Decafe and Marlin went to their apartment, telling us they'd already packed their belongings so Fucker and I took a taxi to pick up my car and swung by the address the boys had given us. Decafe crowded in with Fucker in the back seat and Marlin sat in the front by me and we were on the road for a new life for all of us, even Fucker, because I hadn't killed him but still thinking about it. Fucker was so out of it that I didn't even want him to drive home, so we teamed up, took him to the back bedroom, undressed him and put him into bed. After a light supper I showed Decafe and Marlin the room, with twin beds where they could sleep, but they wanted to sleep with me in my king-sized bed. Since we'd gone to bed early, I don't suppose it was even midnight yet when Marlin put his face up to mine and asked if I was asleep. If I wasn't he woke me up. "Michael, I need it, I really need it." I put my finger to my lip to tell him to be quiet, rolled over so my feet were on the floor, took him by his hand and closed the door to my bedroom. "What exactly do you need?" "A cocksucker. You know, I'm desperate to cum." "Where are those gym bags that have the poppers?" "In your car. Give me the keys and I'll go get them", which he did, stark naked with his 8-inch cock leading the way. Meanwhile, I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and we sat on the living room carpet with our backs on the sofa. Marlin had to open the beers, my eyes were only for his boy meat - so young, white, slightly bent down and with the most beautiful cockhead I'd ever seen. Marlin sensed that, even though he'd awakened me from sleep, I now needed "it" too, to use his words. After we'd both sniffed from the brown bottle, Marlin asked me. "Do you know how you got to be a cocksucker?" "Probably no more than you know why you are gay and like to be blown." "What do you think about when you're sucking cock?" "Sucking a big cock like yours, and high on poppers, I just hope to give the guy the biggest cum he's ever had." With that said, I gave him what he needed. I gave 'it' to him. "Marlin, do you get this desperate often?" "Despite the amount of sex I've had during the day, it sometimes happens." "Well, I hope you'll clue me in" He smiled, kissed me on the cheek. After two more swigs our beer was gone, we threw the cans in the kitchen trash and returned to Decafe and to bed. I jumped out of bed the minute the alarm started to go off. Even after showering, rummaging through drawers for underwear and socks, making coffee and backing off the driveway, the boys slept on. I knew they were tired and I didn't expect much, if anything, from them this first day. At 5:15 PM, the minute I turned into the driveway, I knew one of them had washed the front and driveway sides of the house and washed the windows and screens too. When I went in the backdoor I could smell meat in the oven. Decafe greeted me with a big hug and kiss and hollered at Marlin in the shower to hurry because I was home. I went in the bedroom to put on some shorts and when I returned to the kitchen a scotch and soda was waiting for me on the kitchen table. "I threw a lot of things out of the fridge. Stuff that had gone off, so when Marlin's out of the shower I hope the two of you will make a run to the store. I've added a vegetable on the list - it means what ever you'd like with the roast, broccoli, asparagus, zucchini, what ever." On the way I told Marlin I really appreciate his washing the windows, they needed it but I just never seemed to get around to it. He said he'd do the other two sides tomorrow and get the basement windows and the lawn mowed Wednesday. Decafe was a good cook and enjoyed doing it so he got with it and fixed dinner every evening. We ate in the living room, stripped and watched some videos and CD's on TV. I reminded me of living in the college dorm, sitting around with guys in the nude. And, I liked it. I was no longer angry with Fucker. "Decafe, I call Fish by his real name, Marlin. What do you want me to call you?" "Well, my real name is worse than Decafe, it's Leroy. I hate it, so why don't you choose between Lee and Roy." "I like Lee the best," "Then Lee it is. Did you hear that Marlin?" Lee reached over grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. They wanted to watch another fuck film. The minute it started I jumped up because I'd forgotten that tomorrow is trash collection day. Lee immediately said he'd circle the days on the calendar so they could set it out after this. I had the feeling I was going to be terribly spoiled in a month or two. They just seemed to want to absorb all my home duties for me. Well, Marlin had finished the windows the next day and Wednesday when I came home the lawn was not only mowed but it had been edged around all the walks and driveway. With that I was really impressed because it had to have been done with a shovel - I didn't own an edger. After going inside I was impressed again. I went to the bedroom to change clothes; Lee had done my laundry and had even ironed my dress shirts and put socks and underwear in the proper drawers. About half way through the film, Lee said there was something they should correct with me. They both told customers at the Private Y they were oral passive only, because they didn't want to catch AIDS. Actually they were anal and oral, passive and active. Friday evening Fucker called to remind me about the club meeting Saturday evening and Warren called wanting to catch a ride. So, I explained things to the boys including everyone used fictitious names not that it meant much in maintaining privacy as Fucker's membership list also gave real names and telephone numbers. Warren and Decafe sat in the back and Fish sat in the front with me. All the way up the hill, Warren and Decafe were making out in a preliminary sort of fashion. Warren took to Decafe right away. Each of us carried his own six-pack down to the clearing. Fucker had arrived early and took over the introductions. Fucker-2 was enthralled with Decafe - guess there weren't too many, teen-age blacks in town. They both ended up over at the cocksuckers' log. Fish asked me, "Do you remember Lee straightening you out on our talents a few nights ago." "Yea." "Would you fuck me Michael?" "Baby, I'd love to; with or without a condom? "Bare backing is so much better if that's all right with you?" "Bare backing it is then. It's my preference by far." We went a short way away from the clearing to have a little privacy; Marlin spread his legs and braced his arms on a tree trunk. I did the lubing and began shoving it into his girl part. He loved it, absolutely loved it. He later told me he hadn't had cock that way in quite a while. I was very fond of both of the boys, but, for some reason, Marlin and I seemed to relate better and were more open and comfortable with each other. Later on I saw Fucker talking to Decafe and Decafe wasn't doing much talking but was sure saying no a lot by moving his head from side to side. I got the idea Fucker wanted in his ass, but Decafe wasn't ready to be spit wide open with Fucker's black monster. When the four of us returned to the car to go home, Warren said, "Michael would you fuck me like you did two weeks ago - with poppers?" I couldn't say no to him, I liked him too much for that. We both hit the brown bottle; he undressed and, while standing on the pavement, leaned over the front passenger seat. I lubed the two of us, held the brown bottle while he took another dose and left the bottle with him, I plugged into him quite quickly, as I knew he could take it. (Shit, if Fucker had screwed you, you should be able to take almost anything.) Lee and Marlin started off by taking their pants off and jacking while watching Warren get fucked. Then Marlin got hot and entered the act. He entered the driver's side, scooted across the seat and, with his knees bent under him, he stuck his 8-inch cock into Warren's face. Warren knew what to do and started doing it. A short while later, Lee was tired of just being an onlooker. He sort of squeezed in as best he could between the door and me, reached around and jacked Warren's cock. It all happened so fast there couldn't have been any planning put into it. It was just a happening and Warren was the beneficiary. After he'd climaxed, which wasn't long, he collapsed on the seat. I kissed his neck and got some water, washcloths and sanitary wipes from the trunk. We all cleaned ourselves up and I said to Warren, "I guess you got a little more than you bargained for?" Everyone laughed when he replied, without any hesitation what so ever, "Yea, can we do that again?" We cleaned the front, passenger seat as best we could and made Warren sit in his own mess. ; "Run that question by me again." "You know, cash and credit cards - meals, hotels that stuff." "You'll be admitted to the club free. We can spend the night there. They have private rooms, so I guess gas and food is all the expenses you'll be paying for. I've reserved a boy for you because I know you'll just love him, you won't be able to get enough of him, in fact. Curious?" "You know damn well I am, Fucker, stop playing around with me and tell me the whole story." "He's free, too. He's an employee of the club, hired because he can melt a white man down to a grease spot on the floor." "Tell me more," "There's a lot to tell. His name is Café- au-lait because that's his skin color. The guys at the club also call him Blue Balls because he's never satisfied, always wants more. You can play around with him all night. He'll take everything you can give him. He's 12 years old and he's hung 9. "Fucker, you're pulling my leg." "No I'm not, believe me. I know he's hard to believe. It's just too bad though that he's an exception instead of the rule." "Something else must be attached. Come on and spill it." "Man, I hate to ask, but my dad's alimony check is going to be late. He called and explained it to her. Could you loan me $250 bucks?" I didn't really know how to answer. $250 bucks was not an enormous sum this day and age and the return that Fucker had promised me was worth 3 or4 times that amount, sex wasn't cheap, so I said, OK. "Is there any chance you've got in on you?" "No, but give me half an hour to go to the ATM machine at my bank and I'll have it. I had a $50.00 bill folded and tucked away in my billfold, so I withdrew another $200.00. I no sooner parked on the driveway and walked in than Fucker was knocking on the front door. "Man, you don't know how I hated asking you for this. I'd like to give you a preview of the club we're going to." He whipped out his big, black hard cock and offered it to me. I'd been hard ever since he'd told me about Café-au-lait, so I dropped to my knees and sucked as much of his big meat into my mouth as I could. Damn, the bastard was big, as I knew, I'd already seen it but it seemed even bigger sucking on it than it did when I first saw it, or watched him fuck Warren. "The club, as I expected, was not in the best part of Omaha, but he had described it well. We climbed an old, squeaky, wooden stairs, rang a bell, someone opened a window in the door, said hello to fucker, a buzzer sounded and Fucker opened the door." Honestly, I didn't know what to expect. I wonder if I'd be comfortable around a totally Black crowd, or if I would experience what Blacks felt when surrounded by while people. I needn't have worried. Everyone was friendly. We went to the bar; Fucker introduced me, one by one to the bar tender and all the patrons. He asked me what I drank? I said Scotch and soda. Turning to the bartender he said that's what the man wants and pour me a Vodka Martini. I guess they even let minors drink here, since it was a private club. I laid my Visa Card on the bar. The bartender asked if I wanted to keep it open until I went into a private room for the night. God, all I could think of was Café-au-lait and I had such a fucking hard on I was reminded of his second name "Blue Balls". Damn, I wished he show. For as much as anything I wanted to see if he was real, if he was half of what Fucker had described. When he appeared out of the dark, seemingly by magic, and stood in back of the stools that separated Fucker and I at the extreme back of the bar where it curved around to the wall. Fucker introduced us and told the kid to take it out so I could see the merchandise. It was big, and beautiful, as was he with his shaved head. He not only took it out he hooked his T-shirt over his neck and dropped his shorts to the floor. He was totally hairless and he was perfection. His black, shining eyes and his huge, cut cock were the only two things that drew your eyes away from his beautiful, his perfect, boy like body. Fucker left, without saying goodbye and it would be the last of him I'd see until morning. I was alone with the most beautiful boy I could imagine. "Michael, I know your real name and I want you to know mine. It will make things easier all around. I'm Frankie, or you could call me Frankie Boy, a lot of guys in here do. "Thanks, Frankie Boy." I loved to hear him talk. He talked like a gay. His clean (just out of the shower) appearance and smell, along with his cologne strengthened the impression. "Michael, it's 10:30. Can we stay at the bar another hour? I'd like us to get to know each other better before we go to the room. You'll be more comfortable if we do." "Sure, I've had a tense couple of days anyway. I could use a little relaxing." "Let's watch out for each other, though. I'm not inclined to do so, but if you think I've drinking too much, shut me off." "Could you kiss me at the bar?" He leaned over, opened his mouth and swabbed my mouth out with his tongue. The bartender must have overhead Frankie say he wanted to say an hour longer, because at 11:20 he came over and handed me my Visa Card. "Michael, I want to explain the charges. The bar drinks, the bottles of Scotch and Club soda and the Vodka placed in the room where Frankie will take care of you; also 2 bottles of poppers from the fridge, at Frankie's request, and Fuckers bar bill to date. If he orders anything other than what's on this tab it will be on the house. I signed the credit card receipt and put it, along with the Visa care in my billfold. Addressing the bartender, Frankie said, "Jackson, what room are you putting us in?" "Number sixteen, it has a new large screen TV and a whole shelf full of newly issued Videos and CDs." Believe me, the room was nothing like the exterior of the building. The walls were covered with vinyl in a rich, red, tapestry pattern with a floor to ceiling, wall-to-wall mirror on one of the longer walls. I had just entered a whorehouse. It was a room designed for only one purpose - SEX, SEX and MORE SEX. The white tiled bathroom with another huge mirror, its oversized shower and its toilet were, in the context of the whole thing - a mere afterthought. Frankie began to slowly undress the both of us, first our shoes and socks, then everything above the waist, then our shorts and, last, our underpants. He hung them all carefully in the closet. Then, he poured us each a drink, and motioned for me to sit beside him on the loveseat. While in the motion of sitting down, he had shoved one of his legs into the back of where I'd be sitting and placed his other leg across my knees. Fascinated, I watched as his boy cock erected to it's fabled 9-inches and I erected right along with it. After a while, he took the leg that he had placed across my knees and rubbed my erection with his foot. "Michael, that is the one and only advance I'll make on you tonight. I am totally passive - my big come on is pleasing a man. I want you to leave this room tomorrow morning at whatever time you want to; but most of all I want you to leave so totally pleased, satisfied and happy that you'll remember me and what we did together, and I mean remember them like forever. That is not to say that once you start something, I wont just lie there like a dummy. I'll participate in ever thing, I'm just saying I'll let you set the direction."