The phone hanging on the kitchen wall rang, and since he was polite, he answered it before the third ring."Anderson residence... Hi, Mrs. Clark...No, ...'m sorry, she can't. Mom's tied up at the moment...Okay, I'll tell her. Bye." He hung up the phone and looked at her. "That was Mrs. Clark. She wanted to remind you about bringing snacks for my Junior Varsity game tomorrow." He picked up the ice bar and squatted at the end of the table."I wonder if I'll need some grease for this," he said as he. 30 I picked her up and she sat down on my passenger seat."Ok are we all right?" I asked."Sure, no problems," she smiled but it was a little nervous smile, "left my underwear off as requested though I don't know why." It's so there are no marks on your skin," I explained."Oh I see," she said.The rest of the drive was made in silence. Terry's studio was on the top floor of a converted warehouse unit but at least it was lovely and warm."Ahh, so this is my model for tonight," said Terry, "very nice. Or my boss, heh heh.So anyway, a gloryhole is found in places like peep shows and men's bathrooms and the like. It's a hole drilled about waist-high which runs between two stalls or booths in an adult peep show. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what it's for but I'll explain anyway. You put your dick through it and some anonymous mouth on the other side will give you a blowjob. Neat, huh?Gloryholes used to be a lot more abundant in the 60's and 70's, and they're a fast disappearing lot. Immediately we connected. We spend some time making general conversation, talking about family and work, those sorts of things, she turns out to be married, she introduced me to her husband. It turns out she now worked as a stewardess for a major airline, so the conversation turned to world travel and somehow the talk turned to tales of miss behaving whilst away from home, all innocent flirting, or so I thought. I noticed that her loose dress was held closed with a belt sporting a butterfly.