In the rear of the main theater was a locker room, shower, washroom and bathroom. Also there was a smaller theater area. In reality it was a large scr...en TV with a series of levels where one could sit or lay out and enjoy the movie that was playing. I will say I spent many an afternoon laid out along one of those levels both giving pleasure as well as receiving it. Mostly I enjoy giving pleasure because as I have written that's what I thrived on. It made me feel good as I was in a world I felt. When I got there the door was open. I creeped in and went to the wardrobe. I seen her case and opened it and picked up a pair of pink panties. I admit, I sniffed them first!Then I heard the shower turn on.Feeling brave, I stuffed the panties into my pocket and entered the bathroom. Heart pounding. I was gonna get found out, sent back or expelled but I kept walking. I couldn't even see anything, the water was too hot. I needed to know who was in the shower. I could brag about who I'd seen.I. If only he could plunge his own dick inside... inside himself.He had been with men often enough. Had even, out of something like morbid curiosity, made love to a woman once. Sticking his dick into a stranger's hole brought only temporary relief, and no satisfaction, no sense of completion. Having his own ass fucked was more intense, certainly, but it still felt like a desecration, somehow.The revelation came to him after a frustrating all-night marathon with his last lover. Having fucked the. Especially with a big, thick cock like Chris’s?ouch. Plus, it’s wet. That gives me an idea?.? [Karen tips Molly’s head back a little further and lets a big gob of spit run out of her mouth and onto Molly’s forehead and the bridge of her nose. She does it again and makes sure she’s covered both of Molly’s eyes with spit. She figures that the wetness of the spit will help make a nice loud slapping sound for the video.]KAREN: ?Do it Chris, slap her face as hard as you can with my cock. See how.