I could tell that his orgasm wasn’t far away, from his gasps and little cries, from the way his whole body was shaking. Moving up his length with li...s and tongue, I came again to the tip, swirling my tongue around. He began to thrust, holding my head. I took him all in, massaging with my throat. His long cry, almost a howl, was probably loud enough to be heard through the walls. His orgasm was immediate and intense; I could feel the powerful contractions. Cum poured from him, faster than I. Got there about 8PM and took my time to take in what was happening. I pretended to look at videos on display and watched as men file in and out of the viewing booth area. I wasn’t attracted to any of the men there at all, but that didn’t matter, I just wanted to suck their cocks. I came to realize that you couldn’t tell what kind of man he was by looking at his cock. I watched for a while and saw guys going into the booths next to one that had I light on. I figured that the light meant someone. She now lifted my towel up to my thighs and started cleaning the wound with cotton applied some medicine to it.As she put the Cotton on the wound I started shouting due to the pain. She saw my face and blew air from her mouth and the current started passing my body. I could feel her air it was so cool and she continued dabbing the cotton ball and then blowing air on my wound.The heat started growing between us and there was all sweat on my body and face. As I was suffocating she was busy. I loved your story about the ghosts. Seducing a woman by making up a ghost story! Yes!! No man has ever done that to me before. You truly outdid yourself, and tomorrow you will reap the rewards for such creativity.”“I didn’t make it up.”She looked at me with open eyes and said, “All the better! We have our own ghosts! We can figure out all about them!”“Yes, let’s!”“Never will a true historian pass up such a chance.” We laughed and she kissed me lightly on the mouth. “Tomorrow, my dear. But, you.