I noticed that she was now breathing rather deeply, and that there was a slight quiver in her body. “Now, the other one. Switch to the other one –...quickly!”, she said, in a husky voice. I repeated my actions on her other tit, and again felt it swell in my mouth as I played with it. Her arms, which had been resting on my shoulders, started to push downwards, forcing my mouth off her tits and down her stomach. I was now staring straight at her hairy cunt. She thrust her hips towards my face,. I nodded, “OK, got it.” “Well, there aren’t many women in this line of work.” She added. “And we get harassed constantly.” “Women in music can only get ahead by giving head.” “Or so it seems.” I was honestly shocked, I had no idea that was the accepted norm. “I can see how that would be upsetting.” “Well, this slimy producer just wouldn’t stop pawing me and making lewd comments, so I slapped the bastard.” She hissed. “My boss, the owner of the studio, told me it was my fault.” “You’re a woman. A bed , without blankets, was set against the other wall. Overhead was a camera, obviously videoing all activity. What I had not noticed, but had my attention drawn to, was a sliding panel in the back wall. This was operated from a corridor behind the cells. I was instructed in a system of bells used when the glory hole, which is what it was, was opened. One bell, and I was to kneel in front of the hole, and suck the penis inserted. Two, I had to turn my back to the hole, and insert the penis. "Yeah it's so warm outside tonight!" "I'll bet you're thirsty boy" I looked over unsure what he meant, his tone different, more harsh."Yeah I-" I broke off, my eyes had flicked down to his hands, which were shaking off the last few drops of piss from his cock. More than that, he was stroking it. And what a cock it was. It must have been 8 inches, and thick with an angry dark red head. I was lost for words and forgot completely about my need to piss, stood still with my dick in my hands. "I'll.