Up in the exceptionally beautiful nearby mountains I spent a cozy night at the Wagon Wheel, in a room adapted for me as best it could be.I thought it ...as great, although Sally apologized several times for the rough adaptations she'd made. I'm sure it was much better than the garage I'd put her up in for weeks.And only after we arrived and I had safely disembarked did she tell me, "That song, Beep Beep by The Playmates..."I remembered the song, and recalled how she'd skipped it on her player. She stood there, longing for someone, anyone perhaps, to roughly manhandle her cunt as her eyes darted repeatedly from left to right, scanning up and down the road. Her nipples pushed hard into the night air and her attention snapped abruptly to the sound of distant footsteps. She turned quickly and waited. Her heart raced and her eyes appeared to plead desperately as she raised her hand. Her fingers reached out and she began forcibly pinching and twisting her left nipple. As the footsteps grew. .. Jonathon," 'Jane' told him."I got that. Can I ask you something?" he asked."Depends on the question. I'm a very private person... Jonathon... I prefer not to... get too close. I like my distance. I prefer it that way." That's sad?" That's not a question." Ok," said Jonathon, "two questions..." You said one." This is not a contract negotiation," Jonathon said firmly."Ask your questions." What's your real name?" Why do you want to know?" That's not an answer." Touche! It's... Joanne. I'm sorry. There were three glory holes which fed into the theatre room. I understood immediately that the chairs could be placed strategically to benefit from the uncut cock that appeared in the holes periodically. At the entrance to the theatre there was a small room with a shelf-like seat that could be so easily used for fucking; it also contained a glory hole. I was a bit awe struck with the abundance of men milling around checking one another out - many with cocks hanging out of jeans - a grand.