Mercilessly, they teased him, both overtly and subtly. He explored her breasts again, feeling the hard line of metal as it passed behind her nipples and pushed them out. The flashing lights, advertising the many different services, vices, toys and visual delights, fairly spun his head. He wanted to see what Soho was about, but wasn’t quite ready to plunge headfirst into the first place he saw. “Don’t bite me big boy.” She hissed between clenched teeth. Knowing he was close just made her hotter and ready to accept his sperm once again. Suddenly, it was the centre of his universe. Conjecture was that she simply rolled into the broom closet at the end of the corridor over night, ready for the next days work. “Beer please?” Jimmy tried not to talk to her tits, but they were insistent and filled his visual field. Upside down, her tits followed gravity. Or in other words, a na? Both were showing a six. He stepped into the bedroom having found the shower and one of her robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
