When we got back to the house, I went straight to ‘my’ room and closed the door. I needed a few moments to myself, to gather my thoughts. God, wha... if he didn’t like me? Was I stupid to come out here? What if I didn’t like him? He must have sensed the way I was feeling. A few minutes later, he knocked softly, then entered the room. He sat down beside me on the bed, and we remained that way for a few minutes. ‘How was your flight?’ he asked in a nonchalant way, but I could hear him breathing. I could not get enough of his cock though. I loved it. I loved him using my little pussy like no one ever has. I started yelling at him "Fuck me like a little girl. Fuck my like a whore. I want more of your cock. Don't stop fucking me." I could feel my pussy start to gush. " stick your finger in my ass" I moaned to him." I want you to feel your cock with finger through my ass. Give it to your dirty whore. Make me squirt all over you" He did just that. I could feel his finger press against my. At that time, Atlanta had a very active and fun gloryhole scene. Most of the adult novelty shops had arcades and these arcades were frequented by all types of men. Especially in the northern suburbs, white collar and blue collar men would stop on the way home for a little end of day wind down. My wife and k**s had left town to visit relatives, so I knew I was going to have a golden opportunity for some good “booth” time. Thursdays were especially hot days, and all that Thursday, I could. And you?re willful just as he is.?Well no, Stuart wanted to say. In 2001, the year Eli ? ranaway? it could have been understandable. ?Come with me, Stu,you?re seventeen, I?m nineteen.? Eli had begged asStu had assisted him in packing his bag. ?Ten yearsof hell, man. Hell, that?s right, I?ll say it. Eight o?clock bedtimes, not allowed out of the yardoutside school and church?and we?re adults! Being whipped with coat hangers andrazor wire?? Eli had shaken his head. ?And what they do to us at.