Surely her facial expressions couldn't mean very much. After all, he wasn't doing anything he hadn't done before with other women over the years.He ha... given himself every benefit of the doubt about his newfound improved sexuality, but Ray Pinsky had always been an objective fellow. His self-assessment was that, at best, he had been only an okay lover in the past. Sometimes his partners had gotten off, and sometimes — perhaps more often than not — they had not. And Ray knew that probably fewer. Walking past the booth where the strange cock had been, I noticed that the door was open and apparently the guy had left. As we came to the end of the hallway there were some stairs leading downstairs. Walking down the stairs, once again we came upon some more movie booths. Near the end of one of the hallways we entered a booth. This booth was much larger than the first two and in fact had a cheap metal folding chair in it that I could sit in. As we inserted tokens in the slot, I quickly. ”“Mr J, what are you doing?” I tried to resist, “you’re married!” “If I don’t give a fuck, then why do you?”He didn’t even wait for a reply – he wrenched his shirt away from me and threw it away. He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to his bedroom. I made futile resistance efforts all the way long.He threw me on the bed.“Don’t make this any more difficult honey. You know you want it. Then why’ve you been pretending?” he pounced on me and began kissing me all over my face.Even I had. A boy in a blue motiffed tea shirt and dark trousers came out from behind the counter and started wiping tables, his trainers squeaking over the tiled mosaic floor as he passed from one to the next."Yes of course you can dear, I'd love you to see my home."It was like a cage door had suddenly been opened, and from that moment on sex had become more important than common sense. Whatever the moral rights or wrongs of the situation happened to be, it didn't even matter if she was taking advantage.