“Could we just go to your flat?” she asked. “I don’t feel like noisy places tonight.”I forbore to enquire who was partying at her place that...night.The restaurant ordered a taxi for us, and we ran to it through the pelting rain, and laughing, piled into the back seat. At the other end we ran through the still pelting rain into the hallway of the flats, and stood laughing and giggling as we panted, catching our breath. Then we walked quite sedately up the stairs and I let her in, asking what she. I would just wait until they left before I started jerking off. I sat and started reading the familiar phrases on the walls, and looking at the shoddy drawn pictures. Although small, my cock was hard as a diamond. Looking part way down the wall, I saw a hole and an eye staring right at me. At first it scared the shit out of me. Years later, I would learn that this was called a ‘gloryhole’.A finger poked through the hole and I was clueless as to what the person in the next stall wanted. Of. "Wear that little rubber dress you bought" Mmm yes" and she squirmed as I licked around her nether hole,"And the white rubber g-string" Oh God definitely" she held my head and jerked her hips whilst I worried the swollen nub of her clitoris,I stopped and looked up at her,"You're like a bitch on heat, you know that don't you?" And I don't suppose your prick's hard is it?"She'd won the argument again!Cherry and I owned that particular club as well as several dozen houses, two apartment blocks and. "She still looked suspicious but she let him out of his cage. "Here," she said tossing the forms to the floor in front of him. "See if you can see anything. But stay down there and," she jammed the rubber ball into his mouth and fastened the gag's strap behind his head, "keep quiet until you've got something useful to say."George stayed on his hands and knees while Deanna found a packet of cigarettes in her handbag, pulled one out and lit it. George could see why she was worried. She owed.