First, they had me get onto the machine on all fours. There were two padded pockets for my knees and two padded pockets with a small handle for my ha...ds. The way the machine was made is that when I was put in place there was nothing under me, no bed or platform. I was basically "mounted" on four strong wood columns that had the padded pockets attached on the sides, and the four columns were then embedded in a platform that would rotate or turn depending on how they wanted me to be exposed. I was so lonely, and just needed you so badly. You refused to be there for me. No one was there for me. And then the guy that I used to be in love with called me. Asked if I wanted to go to his and see a DVD. I needed to have someone show they cared. At that point only he did. And I slept with him. I stupidly foolishly slept with him. I called him by your name. I kicked him off me, and he kicked me out. I called you, trying to tell you. You didn’t care in the slightest even why I was crying. I. I was so excited, I was guessing I had between 15 and 20 ladies crammed into our bedroom; all looking down at my unrecognizable shape."Ok ladies, how many of you know what a glory hole is?" As Laura expected, a few had heard it and only a few knew what the term meant. So Laura passed around our iPad and laptop showing some videos of girls going to town on some big cocks. The sight of large cocks was getting the crowd excited. A few made the connection but Laura had to explain it for most of. For most of it, Mr. Hardesy had me stocking canned goods, and I was actually surprised when he told me to go eat lunch at eleven. I grabbed my sack from my locker and sat down on some boxes behind the store. I hadn't been hungry until I'd known it was lunch time, but now I was more than ready to enjoy some turkey salad sandwiches that Tracey had put together for me. One bite, and I knew Tracey had a winner with this one."Robinson," Jesse Caldwell came out the store's back door. "Mr. Hardesy.