There was shit s**ttered all over every room. The kitchen was full of boxes. Every room had clothes covering the floors. We searched the two floor hou...e, looking for my bitchy in-law. We found Steph in her bedroom on the bottom floor. She was rummaging through some of her crap, and was covered in clothes. She thanked us for helping her, which was a shock to me. She was never nice. Trish said she liked packing stuff so she would start on the kitchen upstairs. I asked Steph what she needed done. I just grew up thinking that being a gentleman you didn't force a girl right out of the starting gate. I went to parlors because the whole object of the lesson WAS to get into a girls pants, no strings attached, as they say today. Except for the payment, but if you date like I do; you pick that tab up as well. I've had many sessions prior to this one. Had quite a few Regulars that I saw and became quite friendly with. Many ladies who befriended me and took me private. Giving me their direct. I was talking to my boyfriend about it and he said it was a gloryhole room, where women go into a room and guys stick their cocks through holes in the wall and the woman can do whatever she wants to him. He said I wasn't allowed to go in there, because he didn't want me playing with other cocks. So I put it out of my mind. When I was in the adult store one day I saw these hot young black men eyeing me up. Those of you who have read my other stories know I have a weakness for black men. So I. When he comes, you’ll see that the sperm shoots out in regular pulses, not in a steady stream. Each pulses coincides with one of his orgasmic surges. Let’s see how far you can squirt it, John. Are you ready to do it for us now?”“Yessssss!” groaned the youth, his eyes moving imploringly round the circle of girls which surrounded him, as if to beg their forgiveness for the pride he would take in his ejaculatory display. “I’m coming now, girls. Look!”With that, a massive contraction behind his.