"Mr. Rossi," she said, "I'm a married woman. I wouldn't dream of going to bed with anyone but my husband. I never have, and I never will."

Rossi laughed and began to unzip his fly.

"Hey, get with it, kid," he said. "If you wanta work in a high-class place like this, you gotta play the game. Forget about your husband – he don't have to know a thing about it."

Judy's blue eyes widened as Rossi opened his pants. He really had a fine body, deeply tanned, broad-shouldered, big chest thickly matted with dark hairs. But what really drew her attention was his crotch. She'd seen only one cock in her whole life, Joe's. She couldn't help wondering how another man's prick would look.

Rossi dropped his pants and stepped out of them in just his jockey shorts. The crotch bulged with a huge erection. Judy knew she ought to scream and run, but she seemed paralyzed with curiosity. She just stood there and gawked as Rossi tugged down his shorts and stood before her completely naked.

"Now, you wouldn't mind having some of this, would you, honey?" he said with a leer.

Judy stared wide-eyed at Rossi's erect cock. It was not quite as long as Joe's, she thought, perhaps six inches, but it was thick and stiff and handsome. Springing from a thick black bush, it hugged his belly, pale and blue-veined, capped with a big swollen purple head. Bright bubbles of cock-juice oozed from the knob-shaped head of his prick.

In spite of her fear and shock, Judy suddenly experienced an all-too-familiar sensation, a glowing and melting feeling in her pussy. She'd had that feeling a lot lately, and she knew just what it meant. She was horny. She was achingly horny, in fact. To her horror she realized that she wanted Rossi to fuck her.

"Come on, baby, over to the bed," he said, walking toward her, his swollen heavy cock wagging lewdly.