She was nearly naked tonight and had attracted a tall man with an oiled and very athletic body; a fine specimen. He was wearing boots and a short rubber kilt in black, which has just started to rise and define the long, thick prick beneath it. He wouldn’t particularly strike me as any kind of wimp, apart from the fact that he also wore a bizarre, smiling Mickey Mouse head, which must have been stolen from an employee of Disneyland. Around his neck was a tight chain bearing a cage-like locket of the type just becoming fashionable in the clubs. Most times the guys carry condoms or c**k rings, as a sign of their willingness to f**k. Some more confident types have little boxes or sachets containing their coke, or acid tab or Viagra supply for the night. Mickey was being a bit different: he was
