The absence of his head between her legs made the air in her lounge-room feel cold. Her pussy ached. She blinked, quivering with pent-up frustration. ...er violet eyes met his and he stepped out of his underpants. Travis held out a hand. With his help, she stood up, unable to even straighten her skirts. The fine material fell softly, covering her thighs of it’s own accord. Ainsley followed her lover across the room, acutely aware of the pressure her thighs wrought on her swollen pussy as she. He finally came to his senses and went inside. As soon as he left my phone rang. It was Smitty. He had most of the guys coming over and told me to come over anytime.I waited until the waiter returned and signed the check. Then I said, "Sorry, boys. We have to go now."They were pretty disappointed. I couldn't blame them. They followed us out to the parking lot and my conscience was bothering me. I felt guilty about getting them all aroused like that and just leaving. I turned back to them and. The first time I went was just to see what it was like and all I did was walk around the club naked, like the rest of the men there. I saw there was a gloryhole in a wall between two private small rooms and decided next time I went I would go into one of the booths. A few weeks later I got up the courage and went back. There were few men and everytime I went to the floor with the small rooms there was nobody there. The men seemed to prefer the dark room or the video room. I went into the sauna. I wanted to look more closely at the sexy old photos but Eddie was walking us pretty briskly through the market.On the other side of the booth the sign was painted in the same style. The caption read “Phil n Deez Juggz!” but the letters were arranged in such a way that it looked like it said “Feel Deez Jugs”Master Phil was bald and had a grey beard. He reminded me of an old Dwarven warrior or a biker.The Master was very quiet and sat off to the side working on a craft table. Dee on the other.