I NEED to see you. Today. This afternoon.” I felt the smile beaming across my face instantly. He NEEDED to see me. I had longed to hear those words ...or so long, and here they were, being spoken to me. I heard myself gasp again, not from moving the furniture, but from hearing the desire in his voice. “Dale, I need to see you too. I can’t stop thinking about you. Just tell me when.” “Today, this afternoon, meet me at the same place, 3 pm, can you make it?” My voice became softer, almost in a. Debbie, she told me that she gets a lot hotter if someone else is watching her do things. She likes to show off that way. I pretend sometimes that I'm her, and doing all the things that she does. That really makes me hot, like that time we were at Debbie's. You saw how hot I got." She was blushing, not able to lift her head and even look at me while she made, what I'm sure she believed was, her confession. "I don't know why, but I think about you and Debbie, and that day, all the time now.". Stian will be fucking me up in this, I presume and imagine so—don't you?He is nestled and straightened up before my eyes and face beneath there in an implausibly soaring and steep and elevated chair that looks more of a throne and monarchial stool for an overlord and a His Majesty. Is he? Boo-hoo! He has a regal and sovereign expression about him that makes me wonder to myself in just-the-ideal-thing and faultless silence on whether there lives and has in existence any kink and sexual. I paid and received a bracelet with a key, he told it was for the lockers and also handed me a towel.I went in and first thing I saw was the lockers... I undressed, covered my waist with the towel, put everything in the locker and went in. It was a big place... jacuzzi and showers (all glass so you can see who's in), a big bar, some big couches (almost like beds), a few tv screens with porn on and couches to sit and watch, and a door covered with some sort of curtain. And in every table stacks.