***I made my way to the glory holes and took a centre one with three holes. I was greedy, horny, needed it.I closed the door and dropped my towel and ...nelt to peer through each of the holes in turn. All three cubicles had occupants, but they were all occupied with other sluts so I watched until they'd got off and someone new came in.He was an older man with a small cock but it came through the hole and I began to suck. I ended up with my face pressed against the wall and my mouth wide open as. I ask her at the end if she was more comfortable talking vocally over the phone instead of texting as by this point, our texting had been diminishing and diminishing in length. I figured that maybe talking over the phone would be easier for her. She doesn't respond at all for several days.Friday, February 14th, 2020. I wish her Happy Valentines Day. She replies back with the same. Nothing more was said after that. That was the whole day. I feel like dogshit...Monday, February 24th, 2020. I send. So much time wasted. Years and years. Searching in all the wrong places. When in the end it was all so simple. The solution was always right in front of him. In retrospect you always wonder why you didn't come up with that brilliant idea sooner. On the other hand, maybe he had needed all that time to develop his ideas. Mature his thoughts. Had it materialised too soon, perhaps it would have all have gone wrong. Who knows. He used that thought to comfort himself. To rationalize his time in the. The sounds of our combined breathing are seeming the only noise in the room. Time stands still.“I’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t I Rob?”I nod. “Really bad, Amy.”“Then I must be punished, as you said, I’m not too old to have my ass slapped.”Is she playing me? I’m not sure, but I’m going along with it anyway. “You’re right, you need to be disciplined, taken in hand, Amy.”“I think I do, Rob, I need to be taught a lesson.”“Get on the bed Amy, on all fours.”She did as she was told. Her.