I learned much from those experiences and the knowledge that on having the urge – which was then pretty frequent – one could walk into a “Gents�...� lavatory and have the good chance of finding a convenient hole bored through the partition of one of the cubicles (and often several partitions!) complete a small ritual of displaying ones erect cock, receiving the covert signal of a finger rested on the lip of the hole, inserting ones cock and immediately having it enveloped by a warm mouth or. When she opened her eyes to meet his, he sucked in his breath through his teeth and his hips jerked involuntarily. The hand cupping him started rolling his balls in her fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut and there was bright white light burning against his eyelids. ‘Nina,’ he gasped, his hands moving to her shoulders, trying to pull her up to him. She didn’t pause or alter her movements and he slowly opened his eyes to see her. She blinked once at him, her fingers pressing firmly on the. He entered her slowly, savoring how easy her juices have made the entry. Her breathing and gasping was getting heavier, in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts mercilessly and pulling and twisting the phallus stuffed into her. Her arms and legs fought a useless battle against the shackles that held her open to his pounding, now faster and deeper. She thrashed about wildly, becoming one with the chains that bind her. She exists only to please as he. ***A side thing that happened. I got to the mall and met June in the office. She was around 40 years old. Now talk about confident and aware! She was dark haired, thin and had a good sized bust. Her hips weren't small, a nice figure. She wore a nice sleeveless multi-colored pull over top and white stretch pants, with white sandles.She quite boldly walked up to me and hugged me. She welded her hips to mine, leaned back to casually talk to me. She fussed with my hair because of the helmet goofing.