We'd managed to kill a few hours of our day and had started the ball rolling on getting the exercise equipment we wanted. On top of that it was just a...great day to be out on the bike, and now we could listen to music while the miles zipped by.I spent the time while those miles zipped on in thought. The silent, me only kind, though I assumed Cooper would get at least a sense of it, the way things seemed to be working.I wondered how we seemed to let ourselves get caught up in so much minutia.. I mean you are hit with the smell - cigarettes, sweat, cum, piss, disinfectant, latex, leather, lube and aromas. Then there is that fear that somehow you shouldn't be here, looking at this stuff, wanting to get off and afraid someone might see you. Mmm oh yea, head rush as I walk in and orient myself. Take a couple of tours of the magazine and video racks so I don't look so fucking desperate. Yea, right! And then I make my way around to the booths. The booths in the front room are not. I hate wearing a bra. I hate wearing a stupid dress. Ihate these fucking tight heels. I especially hate having to put up withmen and being treated like a sex object.As much as I disliked the dance, I hoped it would never end. Once theNew Year was toasted in, I would have to accompany Theo to our room. Thegirls had brought small overnight bags with them except me. I was onlyallowed to bring my makeup case and a diaphanous pink babydoll nightie.When we got to our room, I checked my purse to. That is until the wave of shame hit me when Irealized what the stab of jealousy was from.I think it was wanting to make up for the shame more than anything thatpushed me to the next step. I took his cock in my hands. I couldn't evenclose the fingers of one hand around it and it *still* wasn't completelyhard. The warmth and smoothness of it surprised me. It felt like velvetin my hands and I slowly stroked it up and down, more marveling at what*I* was feeling than thinking about what I was doing.