The best part was I had already been on the kinky dark path of leather. By this stage, I was 24 & I'd worn high heeled thigh boots & elbow length leat...er gloves at the same time to masturbate in front of a mirror watching as I shook with incredible ease. Here I was letting go of the frustration I had from wearing the same clothes every day. In the privacy of my own home, I could just let go. Some people found love with alcohol or d**gs. Mine was in full on leather fetish decadence.By this. I grabbed my bag from the locker room, but I didn’t bother showering or changing. I walked across campus to one of the dorm towers and got into the elevator. There were a couple of other people in there with me, and based on their reactions I could tell they could smell the gym on me, but they probably assumed I was heading to my room for a shower rather than showering at the gym. They were wrong, but that wasn’t any of their business. I got off on the eighth floor, and walked down to a room. "Whoa, dude! Check those out," yelled one of the guys to some of his friends.Dawn and Janice looked through the glass window down into the lab below. They saw a few men in white working with a pink liquid. Several girls who could only be described as porn stars sat around on rather ominous looking chairs. They were swinging their long legs back and forth and twirled their hair."You know, I think I'm starting to agree with you," said Janice. "This place is weird." Hey," Dawn asked Fink. She. Her grinding went back and forth . No up and down motions . I went to stand on the side of my wife to have her get off when I noticed cletus was far beyond deeper inside Mal that I’ve ever been. Her grinding got so fast that Juba pointed out two of the nails holding chair legs on the chair popped off and flew across the room. Cletus was grinding his hip up when my wife grinned forward into him. Tears of joy were steady streaming down his face as he laughed “thank you lord for bringing me this.