We chatted about pets and how she liked cats and had cats all her life, and that she loved the way they purred and swayed their tail around your legs ...hen they wanted to say hello. We talked about music, I mentioned my love of almost any kind of music, but especially Jazz. We talked about family, hers and mine, we talked about ex relationships, we talked and talked and talked. The more we talked the more I fell in love with her. Here was someone that related, maybe not the most educated woman. After passing through the thick black curtain Bobby saw one long hallway that connected to three more darkened hallways, and each of those hallways had doors with small lights above them that marked each private viewing booth.Bobby’s heart pounded as he walked down the first hallway and saw all of the doors opened. He stuck his head into each booth, but other than the lighted buttons to play the videos he saw no holes like the one Jake had described. Then he went down the second hallway and he. I yelled at him that he was a mistake and that I regretted the day he was born. He was furious! We argued back and forth at each other, calling each other names and yelling out obscenities. He screamed at me to shut up and shoved my mouth down on his cock. I bobbed up and down his rod, slurping up his precum. He told me I was a filthy fucking whore and that this was all I was good for. I bitched back at him as I continued to suck his cock. I knew he wanted to fuck me and my pussy throbbed. The moonlight glints off my nipple rings, inspiring me to tug on them, eliciting a gasp from my parted lips. If possible, my nipples get even harder, so hard they hurt. I circle around my left nipple, feeling the texture of my breast, the softness, the eroticism inherent in its very fiber. My other hand winds its way down, dipping into the small valley of my navel, down even more, to the smoothness of my trimmed pussy. Two fingers glide along my slippery lips, spreading the wetness. My thighs.