6
I spent an hour standing in front of the men, my back to the fire, going over the various s*x toys I'd pulled from the box. Even though they were fully grown, the guys acted like boys, coming up with lewd and totally inappropriate comments about each one. Fingertip vibrators, edible body powder, and n****e clamps were all hits. Joe even tried a clamp on himself, got it stuck and Mike had to help get it off. No way was I volunteering for that job.
I pulled a blow-up doll out of the box. “Here, can someone blow this up?”
“Mike will. He's so full of hot air!”
“Yeah, and he's had experience with blowing—”
“Arty,” I interrupted. Shook my head. Too much information for me. Even though I worked part-time in an adult store, details of people's s*x lives were not required. Nor wanted. Especi
