I don't get asked out."We'd been friends for a long time and Martha was always good to me. I wanted badly to say the right thing. "Guys are crazy. The... don't know you." Listen, I'm used to it. It doesn't even occur to guys to ask me out, even when they know me." Well, you're not missing much if they can't see the real you." Sex." What?" I'm missing sex." You're a virgin?" Yes." Oops, gaff alert: I was sounding too surprised. Was I implying she was a failure?"Saving yourself." Bull! Well, saving. We were both naked in bed as the tape started to play, she sittiing up with her tits exposed chatting away and me to the side and slightly behind her with a raging hard on and precum streaming all over me. As I already knew, the guy on the video was Ray Victory (look him up). He entered the scene and as soon as he did my wife quit talking. As he made out with the white girl I watched my wife and I could see her tits slowly rise and fall because her breathing had gotten shallow. By her breathing. Understand me?!” It was an unwritten understanding that she was probably the biggest slut on the floor, maybe in the building. She had a live-in boyfriend, a kid with someone else, and always one or two guys hanging out on the side. She got around for someone who was closing in on 40. And she didn’t go out of her way to keep it all that secret. She had a hard body and fake tits that she loved to show off by wearing clothes that pushed the envelope of the company dress code. I’d always wondered. It looked seedy with just a single front door for some reason (to this day I still don’t know) I went in and found just a bloke with a desk and some stairs leading to a basement. I felt so guilty and ashamed but yet excited but didn’t have a clue. This was self-evident when the guy wanted to stamp my hand ‘for re-admittance’.I went down to the basement and it had about 5 rows of cinema seats about 6 abreast. It was very dark but I could make out some guys sitting at various seats and a few.