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unpleasantly curved beer-belly, a large white objectsprouted, as inviting to the touch as a well-wrought pitcher'shandle. On his way to the door, my hand snaked out andseized him, causing him to stop abruptly. I held him just longenough to achieve a small but exquisite sense of power (hewas not able to move, so powerful is my grasp). Then Ireleased him. Shouting "Crazy!" he vanished into thedarkened room where the party was. Impressions: varied,some pleasant, some not. All in all, not my sort of scene. Ineed one man to break down, not twenty to serve. Butvisually the scene was appealing. Mattresses spread atrandom across a tile floor. Towels hung from every lamp,giving a festive look to a room whose only light came froma single Moroccan lamp of intricately chased silver insetwith red and blue glass. Aesthetically, the decor was all thatone could have wished and so were the girls; the men hadseen to that. In fact, simply on circumstantial evidence, onecould tell that a man had selected the guest list, for thoughthere were several attractive young studs in the room (twoof the five members of the Four Skins were present), themajority resembled Clem: physically unimpressive malesforced to rely upon personality and money to get girls tobed. For my taste, they are exactly the wrong sort to have atan orgy, which, no doubt, is the reason why they are alwaysthe leading instigators of what is known locally as the"gangbang." The party lasted four hours. That is as long asthe male can hold out. Women of course can go onindefinitely if they are allowed occasional catnaps betweenorgasms. At one point Gloria experienced twelve orgasms