When I was rubbing my dick hard I got a call from her I dint know what to do I was in the pek of my hand job yet I answerd she was all worried to hear... my voice as I was panting. Then I had to reaveal that I was masturbating. Shubha was all turned on again she said ” Do you want me to help”, knowing not how to respond I said “what can you do” she said “I can give you a good suck if you want”, “hmmmm sounds intersting what else can you do” was my reply. “Meet me once you will not regret it” she. Every guy we passed seemed to have his dick exposed, regardless of whether the pants were actually down. I’m thinking crazy thoughts, ‘What if some guy took offense to seeing exposed peckers…What if this place got raided...What if some guy got his penis stuck in his zipper? We sortied through the exit and climbed a dimly lit staircase. At the top, my nostrils were bombarded by the strong smell of bleach. Then there was a glass-encased collage of adult film boxes, most of which featured male. Please. Just have sex with me.”He had to have seen the sincerity in my blank eyes because he pulled away and removed his pants and boxers. Soon, he was over me taking his shirt off. Forcing my vision from the ceiling to his face, I stared through the kaleidoscopes my tears made and said my last words to him.“I’ll never say elephant.”My sight retreated back straight above me as I felt the massive invasion into my torso. He took slow, deep, but very weak thrusts between my legs. So little effort. I pretty much just took in the over all layout of the building. The construction and condition of it was up to the construction foreman of 'His Laboring Few' who went about his job. The foreman did measure the pool hall for me before he started his inspection. It was 58 feet long and 34 feet wide. There were almost 2000 square feet on the ground floor. The second floor would be the same except that it had been chopped into small rooms with a central hallway.The downstairs would have to be.