The girl then stood back up and turned to me, “I can only imagine what you’re thinking, but thank you for helping us.” She didn’t seem to be e...barrassed by how I had found her, in fact, despite her words being thankful, she mostly seemed really angry. Not at me, just, I’m not sure, maybe in general? I got the strong feeling I had no idea what was going on here.I asked, “Does this happen to Lisa a lot? Will she be ok?” After a second, I added, “Should we untie the other girl too?”While I was. I had no place to go, and wife thought I was eating, so I had two more hours of playtime.A younger guy came through the curtained doorway and headed to the last row. He settled down and fiddled with his belt and zipper. I stood up and went to sit next to him. He was fondling a nice thick soft cock. I took out my smaller, thickening cock and stroked for a minute. He looked, and did nothing. After a minute I reached over and he shook his head no. Ok, I just sat and relaxed, lightly stroking off.. That first touch was only tentative, as if a test to see if I'd wake up. But when I didn't budge, I felt another peculiar -- and wonderful -- sensation, and I all I could guess was that my aunt was running her finger up along the length of my shaft. This time, my body couldn't help but to react in some way, and as my cock reflexively twitched, I let out a small groan. Yet I still maintained my ruse of being asleep. This reaction made my aunt giggle quietly, as if she were a child playing with a. I was trying to say something but by the time I had a sentence he had gone.A few days later I and 2 girls I knew vaguely were walking along the corridor when the guy went past. They must have seen me staring as one said” Be careful with that one.”“Really why.”“He has sex with men, straight men; they go in to his room straight and come out later gay.” The other girl said “he gives them permission to be gay really, to reveal their innermost desires.” This all seemed to be a bit of urban myth but.