Then I could here the clicking of heeled boots on a wooded floor. (Sounds odd but you can tell a difference between boots and shoes, there is a certai... dulling that goes with a boot)The door slowly opened and there she was. The woman who was going to be my first escort and also to be the first woman I was to have horny leather and boots wearing sex with. She was gorgeous, she was wearing a pair of high heeled black leather thigh boots. A black leather mini skirt and a black leather bra. She. Right from the beginning I sensed that these three black men knew exactly what I was doing in that huge dirty mens room--the smirks on their faces was proof enough. As I moved from stall to stall, that first time, they knew what I was looking for. And in the second-to-last stall I found it--a glory hole. Big and perfectly round, just at the right level. It was generally a two hour wait between buses in Los Angeles, and the second-from-the-last stall ended up being my waiting room for a hundred. Her beautiful bare breasts were within inches of his mouth. Katie closed her eyes and enjoyed the delicious sensations as Ken took her breasts in his hands and massaged them firmly as he sucked on her erect nipples."Ohh, Ken," she moaned. One thing she had learned this week was that her nipples were so sensitive, she could come close to an orgasm when they were sucked, nibbled, and pinched. She was at that point now. Ken was rolling her nipples between his fingers almost to the point of pain,. He let his tongue run up excruciatingly slowly, from the very base of her lips, up through the middle, his tongue pushing up inside along the way and continuing right up to her clit. He pulled away and angled his head to look at the result. She looked back down at him, willing him to continue as her hands ran through his hair. He licked his lips unconsciously as he gradually removed the beads, watching as her labia parted and recontracted as each sphere popped out, one by one. He looked back up.